[Five months. That's pretty impressive, really. He'd only been able to hold out for two months before circumstances and guilt had him telling Coco what he was. Things with Oscar had been shot from the beginning. But he had sixteen years under his belt when it came to everyone else in Podunk, and maybe he can do better this time. It isn't the same situation, of course, but still. It leads to him imagining Oscar with a shitty grin, the kind Cliff himself was more suited to wearing, and giving him an 'I told you so' if he ever told his mom and it turned out she already knew, or something. Ugh.]

Like you were an idiot to think the way you did... [Anyway.] Revolucionarios -- you mean like people trying to get you to join the war?

[A Héctor that had to deal with a war... Nope, can't picture it. Somehow, the tortures of Hell and being killed so many times seemed like a smaller thing to deal with than going out to a battlefield and watching everyone around you die, no matter the side. Like hell he knows, though. The Herald fights might have been tough and crowded, but there had also been a lot of safety measures in place, magic, and healers to fall back on. No one to be a huge asshole about it.]