[One of Faustino's earliest memories, one that was his and his alone, was being curled up in a corner praying for someone to save him. Many times, he had concocted fantasies where someone saved him from his torment, where he would somehow be spared from what was happening around him. In time, he began to realize such a wish would never be fulfilled, and his fierce independence and rage had been born then. There was no one in this world that he could rely on but himself, and there was no one else who could change his fate but himself.
He had thought ill of people who cried out for someone, anyone to save them, even with their dying breaths. He had scorned those who had huddled close to one another, like a bare amount of extra warmth would make their miserable existences better. he had scoffed at those who had extolled the virtues of family, who had gone like sheep to slaughter because it would bring their family to greatness again.
But seeing Lancia burst through the door and dispatch of his torturers so easily, knowing that Al and Ciro were nearby, made him want to rethink his negative associations with the word 'Family'. He watched, transfixed, if only because the Abandonato scientists had torn off the eyelid of his red eye to help make it easy to tear out his eye. It must have been an odd sight, to see the rest of his body so pristine but his face bloodied and scraped beyond all repair.]
My hero.
[It came out far weaker and far more sincere than Faustino would have liked. He tugged weakly against his restraints, unsure if he had been drugged or if perhaps his tolerance for pain had lessened while he had been enjoying the benefits of having a family.]
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He had thought ill of people who cried out for someone, anyone to save them, even with their dying breaths. He had scorned those who had huddled close to one another, like a bare amount of extra warmth would make their miserable existences better. he had scoffed at those who had extolled the virtues of family, who had gone like sheep to slaughter because it would bring their family to greatness again.
But seeing Lancia burst through the door and dispatch of his torturers so easily, knowing that Al and Ciro were nearby, made him want to rethink his negative associations with the word 'Family'. He watched, transfixed, if only because the Abandonato scientists had torn off the eyelid of his red eye to help make it easy to tear out his eye. It must have been an odd sight, to see the rest of his body so pristine but his face bloodied and scraped beyond all repair.]
My hero.
[It came out far weaker and far more sincere than Faustino would have liked. He tugged weakly against his restraints, unsure if he had been drugged or if perhaps his tolerance for pain had lessened while he had been enjoying the benefits of having a family.]