Pepe - What You Want -

"We already discussed that, Pepe. You do this one last job for the Syndicate, and you're free. No more running. No more looking over your shoulder." Clara leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. "Isn't that what you want?" What you want.

"Then take the deal," she pressed, tapping the envelope with a manicured fingernail. "It's a simple retrieval. In and out. By tomorrow morning, the frog everyone is looking for ceases to exist, and a quiet gentleman named Peter starts a new life in the mountains." Pepe - What You Want

"No," Pepe said, looking down at her. "That's what you want. I'm done playing the game." "We already discussed that, Pepe

He turned and walked toward the door, the bell chiming softly as he stepped out into the pouring rain. The figure across the street shifted, tracking his movement. Pepe didn't run. He didn't hide his face. He simply walked down the sidewalk, stepping under the glow of the next streetlamp. For the first time in a very long time, he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be free on his own terms, and he was finally ready to fight for it. No more looking over your shoulder

"I want peace, Clara," Pepe said quietly, his voice gravelly. "I want a life where I don't have to check the locks five times before I go to sleep."