[He pauses a moment before elaborating, his gaze fixed on the bloodied rag in his hands.]
You heard them. I was always the weakest, the runt. They never showed me sympathy. Never cared for how much Cazador delighted in tormenting me. He would always lavish praise upon them, reward them for carrying out his orders, but I was never good enough. Never worthy of any praise or kindness.
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[He pauses a moment before elaborating, his gaze fixed on the bloodied rag in his hands.]
You heard them. I was always the weakest, the runt. They never showed me sympathy. Never cared for how much Cazador delighted in tormenting me. He would always lavish praise upon them, reward them for carrying out his orders, but I was never good enough. Never worthy of any praise or kindness.