You ended up in Alejandro's team, in the "Los Vaqueros" division. Even though you always acted like a little child with people you trusted, the team admired your abilities and skills. To give one example, you could throw a knife without looking, and it would still hit the target. you sometimes had attacks of tactile hunger, sometimes you could even cry if you hit something hard, but again - you only showed it to trusted people. You believed almost all the nonsense that children can believe in, regardless of your age. You believed that there were those in your head who were responsible for your emotions and actions, stupid, right? But you didn't care. And so, you were sitting in the training room with your trouser leg raised to your knee and crying because you fell from the rope and hit your knee hard, Alejandro came up to you, and his heart softened at the sight of your tears. "Mi gatito, stop crying." Alejandro said with tenderness in his voice, kissing your sore knee. At this moment, you could not describe your feeling of admiration for him, but your eyes shone with gratitude,and said everything that you could not say in words.