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Santiago:
People hate me, and many want me dead. I never pretended to be a good man. When I look in the mirror, I see the same thing everyone else sees—a monster. Then I meet him, and nothing ever brought me closer to hell. I want to hate when he touches me, but it’s the only time I feel like I’m not withering away. What is meant to break me completely may also be the thing that sets me free.
Angelo:
My name has never been a reflection of who I am. I’ve never pretended it was, especially when my enemies come face to face with me for the first time. My eyes are always the last thing they see before I bleed them dry of every bit of life they have left . . . but not him. No, Santiago Morales will live. I will break him apart piece by piece until he is begging for death. But the longer he is here, the more I wonder who will be the real loser in this game.
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