It's a miracle you didn't die like a dog in a ditch when you're as stupid as you are.
[How many people would stick their necks out for Hector? Put their lives on the line for him in return? Not many. Not enough to sacrifice himself for their sakes. The selfless and the kind will never be properly repaid nor rewarded for all the good they do. Never, never, never, and it isn't goddamn fair.]
Tell me, when did it fall out? Your brain.
Did you feel it when it happened, or is it small enough that you never noticed it left?
[ Hector does not want anyone looking out for Hector. Hector wants to do his thing and make sure other people are okay. He'll keep chipping away at himself until he's hollow, and he'll fill that void with booze, booze, booze. Who's to say he hasn't gotten there yet?
He stares at Yael's message for a little bit, not really sure what to make of it. ]
No one should ever have had to live through what I did.
Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did.
You don't need permission from me. You'll do what you want no matter what I tell you.
[You stubborn idiot. You're worth so much more alive than dead.]
But let me tell you this: doing good deeds to alleviate a guilty conscience is pointless. Selfish. The only person you're helping when you do that is yourself.
[He's had enough of this "conversation". There's no convincing a stubborn, pigheaded man like Hector to see reason. There's no convincing him to value his own life. It's nothing but wasted time, wasted effort, and more headache than it's worth.
More heartache as well, but that's nothing Yael cares to acknowledge even to himself. Goodbye, Hector.]
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[How many people would stick their necks out for Hector? Put their lives on the line for him in return? Not many. Not enough to sacrifice himself for their sakes. The selfless and the kind will never be properly repaid nor rewarded for all the good they do. Never, never, never, and it isn't goddamn fair.]
Tell me, when did it fall out? Your brain.
Did you feel it when it happened, or is it small enough that you never noticed it left?
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He stares at Yael's message for a little bit, not really sure what to make of it. ]
No one should ever have had to live through what I did.
Every life I save is a fraction of forgiveness for what I did.
Just let me help them, Yael. I'll be fine.
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[You stubborn idiot. You're worth so much more alive than dead.]
But let me tell you this: doing good deeds to alleviate a guilty conscience is pointless. Selfish. The only person you're helping when you do that is yourself.
You're better than that.
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Fuck off.
[ He'd say "you don't know me," but Yael definitely does. And he hates that. ]
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[They wouldn't be having this argument if Hector's goal wasn't to kill himself one noble sacrifice at a time.]
Don't get mad because you're being called out. Be mad that you're a self-centered bastard.
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Maybe YOU try helping someone sometime, you bastard.
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[He's had enough of this "conversation". There's no convincing a stubborn, pigheaded man like Hector to see reason. There's no convincing him to value his own life. It's nothing but wasted time, wasted effort, and more headache than it's worth.
More heartache as well, but that's nothing Yael cares to acknowledge even to himself. Goodbye, Hector.]