We both know you took the bullet that was meant for me, took that bullet so I wouldn't have to at the expense of your own salvation, to ensure that I would get to see my family again at the end of that day's shift. The weight of your sacrifice and the guilt of my failure will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Forgive me Gerardo, I am so fucking sorry for being alive.
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