[The question made him laugh, a rough sound that scraped against his worn out throat. Despite what many may think, Al and Ciro knew him as well as anyone could. Once his wrists were free, he shakily propped himself up on his elbow. If his body was anyone else's that small movement would have been too much, but luckily unlike most human beings, his body seemed to be powered by willpower and spite alone instead of air or blood.]
Do you think one more secret will matter to them?
[It wasn't as if Faustino had ever been or would be a forthcoming guy.
Still, he knew what he had to do if he was to get what he wanted, and while he was loathe to do so, Lancia had already seen him in this sorry state.]
Please.
[It was barely a whisper, his face turned away. He wouldn't say it again.]
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Do you think one more secret will matter to them?
[It wasn't as if Faustino had ever been or would be a forthcoming guy.
Still, he knew what he had to do if he was to get what he wanted, and while he was loathe to do so, Lancia had already seen him in this sorry state.]
Please.
[It was barely a whisper, his face turned away. He wouldn't say it again.]