[Shantytown... Maybe he'll ask what's up with that later, but for the moment he holds the butt of his cigarette between his lips as he sighs around it and folds his arms behind his head. There are his own reservations about going with Héctor, no matter how he tries to fit the man into the image he already has in mind. The differences in places don't exactly help ease the anxiety of being in a new, mysterious place.]
I don't know. I mean... You're probably sharing it with your Hell friend, right? Neither of you know me. [And he doesn't know them...]
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I don't know. I mean... You're probably sharing it with your Hell friend, right? Neither of you know me. [And he doesn't know them...]