Well, look at you. I thought you were wiser, but I thought wrong!
Tis a terrible pity. Like a moth flittering towards a flame. You
fellows? No? Don’t you agree?


In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!


You see, the thing is, up there... you thought you had a chance. Waaaaaay up in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ skies you thought you, had your finger, on the ♥♥♥♥♥ trigger. But hermano, down here... Down here... You hit the ground.