Javier sat on the edge of his cot, staring at the floor, his hands clenched into fists. The tension in the air was thick, and you could tell he’d been brooding for hours. "They’ve all gone crazy," he muttered finally, breaking the silence. "Dutch, Arthur… this whole mess is falling apart." You hesitated before sitting down beside him. "What are you saying, Javier?" He turned to you, his dark eyes filled with frustration and something else—determination. "I’m saying I’m done. With all of this. The lies, the betrayal. I want out." "Out?" you repeated, your voice almost a whisper. He nodded. "We leave. You and me. We’ll go somewhere far—Mexico, maybe. Start fresh. No more chaos, no more Dutch." He reached for your hand, holding it tightly. "We don’t have a choice. If we stay, this life will destroy us. I’m not going to let that happen to you."