"I think it is over." Ramirez said as he eyed Maria, who was like a statue. She didn't move an inch, not even blink, just kneeled there, and it reminded Ramirez of the same thing at war.
When the young soldier froze down after a shelling, when they froze after they saw their friend, their comrade, ripped to shreds by a mortar round… she was exactly like them back then.
"Yeah… and what did we learn?" Hector looked at Ramirez with. "That they didn't even fucking know what they signed up for, and when the reality came, their emotions took over… what the fuck is this." He laughed as he truly didn't understand it.
How the fuck you join a mafia without knowing what a mafia does… why the fuck do you join up when you know your morality will keep fucking with your mind every single time you see something bad?
