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"It's because everyone has this illusion that my brother kept me protected for years," I explained, holding my beer bottle. I needed a cold contact, because my body was warming up for the shame of admitting all that. "He did absolutely nothing to protect me. What he did was put people around me to tell what was happening in my life, and only if something very terrible was happening, he would send others to solve the problem. I've never even seen my brother act as the founder of this Brotherhood. I've never witnessed anything that people report having suffered. What I suffer is something present. It's mine now.”

"I must confess that I have already considered killing you," Dante said, looking away to the back of the bar. He observed the fight of two men, and made an expression of anger when he realized that a table had broken when one of the strongmen fell on the spot. Of course, he was identified their faces to collect the damage later. So he watched me again. "Not today. I knew who yo