You were so young when he took you under his wing. He played the role of a father, raised you as a soldier and a happy person. But there you were now.

You found out that he only used you for the sake of Los Vaqueros. You were a tool. Nothing more.

"Y-You... tricked me..."

You muttered as you pushed yourself back on the ground. He approached, placed a foot on your chest and pushed you down. He grabbed you by the collar, staring into your eyes.

"Tricked you? No, I saved you."