[going down like a sack of potatoes and letting Juan get most of it out of his system]

If my knife had wanted to find you in the night, it would have done so by now. But you are trapped in a world of lies and paranoia that no amount of brotherly love can drag you from. Even now you take the kindnesses we have shown each other and turn them into tricks and falsehoods.

I have yet to regret throwing your body in the river.