[Even when there's no moon in the sky, his speed is absurdly high. Her voice is as clear as ever, warning him, guiding him.... but the desire to keep fighting is his alone. It's been far too long. Far too long from that stormy night in San Miguel. From that fearful voice, that suddenly frail body in his arms.
This is not the Django he wants... but he knows he's there, underneath. He'll make him surrender, he'll make him writhe in the pain of defeat. He'll fight once and once and once again until both monsters are sated...
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This is not the Django he wants... but he knows he's there, underneath. He'll make him surrender, he'll make him writhe in the pain of defeat. He'll fight once and once and once again until both monsters are sated...
And then he'll see his brother.]