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[quinientos]

how do you switch this thing to spanish?

[Nothing should be said about the embarrassing amount of time it's taken him to type up that message, but suffice to say, meals could be had (with dessert), flowers might wilt, and mayflys inched stoically to death. Maybe it's an exaggeration, but it doesn't really feel that much of one to him]

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[quinientos]

Last time police got involved with me, he dragged me into a town full of wicked men. I thought maybe serving him would give redemption. Maybe it did, because now I'm here.

[ Still injured, of course, and without much idea about why, but at least Vasquez is still alive. Probably. ]

You take this all very seriously, no? This lawyer business?

[fightlikehell]

It's hard to say how that all ends up working, really.

[That...doesn't sound like a lawful arrangement. Matt is trying to figure out exactly what kind of a place Vasquez is from. These things are seldom straightforward.]

Very seriously. Yes. People depend on me.

[quinientos]

Even here? Not to insult you...

[ Usually said right before he gets tactless, but that's not the point. ]

But, who cares if a lawyer is around? Why don't people just avoid getting into trouble? Or being caught?

[ He's a little hypocritical giving that advice, but he'll ignore that part, for now. ]