[He should know this. The words all ring true, and he can't help but shake his head at his own foolishness. Machismo had never been the thing Mia loved about Diego (he'd know... he'd tried it. A lot.)
It was hard, though. Diego Armando was a man who knew himself well-- loved himself a little too well, as most people would say. It all made sense to him back then. To wake up five years later in a body that didn't feel right, with eyes that couldn't see right, with a world that didn't seem right... it was all too easy to lose.
He wishes more than anything he could look her in the eyes right now.]
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It was hard, though. Diego Armando was a man who knew himself well-- loved himself a little too well, as most people would say. It all made sense to him back then. To wake up five years later in a body that didn't feel right, with eyes that couldn't see right, with a world that didn't seem right... it was all too easy to lose.
He wishes more than anything he could look her in the eyes right now.]
I hope he's still here. Somewhere.