"Cada parte de mí está equivocada. My mind, my heart, even my gift, it's all wrong." Bruno spat bitterly as he hugged his knees. Tears were streaming down his face now. "The worst part is, I don't know how to be anything but... this." "Bruno." Wilfredo pulled him close. Desperately trying to reach the man through the shell he had formed around him. "I just, I just wanted to pretend, just for a moment, that it was ok. That I could just be this. That it was ok to just be this." Bruno confessed. Finally looking back up at Wilfredo. Their faces were now distressingly close. So close Wilfredo felt like he would drown in that desperate, sorrowful, gaze. "Lamento queue. That should never have come at your expense." Wilfredo felt his chest tighten. A bitter spiteful burn in his soul. The same burn that kept him going for the past ten years. This fire that burned to spite a world that tried so hard to put it out. He wanted to give Bruno that fire. To make him hold it and never let it go. Wilfredo took Bruno by his shoulders and sat him upright. He held him tight and looked deep into his eyes. "Listen to me." Wilfredo demanded. "I would never change a single thing about you. You are perfect as you are." Bruno stared at him dumbfounded but said nothing. Wilfredo let out a tired sigh. He loosened his grip and rested his forehead on Bruno's. Trembling against the rage he struggled to contain. This burn, it hurt, but it kept him alive. He needed Bruno to feel it. "I know it feels like the world has no place for you. Por favor, Te lo ruego, don't ever give up looking for one. If you can't find a place then make one, pero nunca te rindas." Wilfredo opened his eyes again to take in those shimmering emeralds. "This world was made for all of us. You have a right to be here. Never doubt that."