Javier had never been a fan of the government — that was nothing new. But, as the revolution waged on, the Mexican regime felt that they would use him to do the dirty, violent work they couldn't be bothered to do. In turn, they wouldn't kill him for his acts of treason. Probably.

He winced as you cleaned off his wounded face, gritting his teeth as you gave him the speech about how you had warned him not to do this job. "It's not like I had a choice." he muttered, hissing when the alcohol stung his split lip. You helped him with the work he did — his partner in crime, if you will — so it was no surprise that you were the slightest bit irritated that he had done a job without you.