“We were surrounded. I didn’t have a choice,” he claims.
“You always have a choice.”
The goat man shakes his head. “I couldn’t sacrifice my men.”
“So you sacrificed all of us instead?” He tries to interject but Rosario continues, “Your men could have fought.”
“We were surrounded.” He still sees them sometimes. Crawling, creeping up, like vines on the jungle floor. By the time he could draw his gun it was too late. “We didn’t have a chance.”
Rage burns in her eyes. “Then you should have died.”
The goat man hangs his head.
“Better dead than a traitor.”
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