[Squalo. An asshole, then, but not the asshole. Cliff nods to himself absently.]

You were in Hell, [he points out as half an excuse, but the fact of the matter is that Héctor had a habit of leaning on some bad people by trying to see better in them, and they both knew it. He tries not to think about what that means for him, or how it makes any praise or approval from the man kind of...less impactful.]

Oh no, poor you, gotta continue existing. Worms didn't eat you and you didn't get crushed under rubble. Boo hoo. [Sir, he will bully you.] You were going to be you anyway. You might as well be you. Fuck that whole "being a good boy" shit, do what you want.