"You know, you always seemed like a...market tested kinda thing. Big gun, tasteful scar. Locked in your little cycle like a prized poodle after its own tail." It was true. Hector Escaton had been built to serve a very specific role in Westworld: Poster-boy Desperado. He was violent, aloof, and a main attraction. Aside from the odd blacklisted exchange, he faithfully stuck to his role, driven by a cliché romantic backstory and a reckless thirst for chaos. He was the last host anyone expected to discover the maze. Until he met a human rights lawyer from Los Angeles with a penchant for pulling strings. "Hector, do you believe that myth you told Maeve? The one about the people who walk between worlds?"