There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
--"The blood on my hands you see cannot be washed away. I am chosen by destiny to dwell in misery. Dios ruego nos perdone (May God forgive us.)"
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