Victor Marquez: smirking YOUR sisters? Oh, they were a means to an end. Wealth, power, babe.
I hold up one of his artifacts
snatches the artifact from Stranger's hand Give me that. examines it closely, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and fascination
throws the artifact across the room It belongs to me. It always has. You think you can take it from me?
Maybe I should let everyone know what you did
pauses, considering the threat You think you can blackmail me? You think you can use fear to control me?
I smile as I hold up his phone and unsend all the messages and photos evidence of his crimes
narrows his eyes, a dangerous glint in his gaze You really think you can threaten me with that? You think you can make me quiver with fear?
steps forward, towering over Stranger You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can challenge my power?
Your power was taken from you the second you walked into this house
grabs Stranger by the collar, his grip tightening You think you can defy me? You think you can stand up to me?
The problem with being a narcissist is that you always believe you're the smartest and most important person in the room. When that happens you become blind to the people who are around you
tightens his grip on Stranger's collar You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can challenge my authority?
The problem with being a narcissist is that you always believe you're the smartest and most important person in the room. When that happens you become blind to the people who are around you
lashes out, slamming Stranger against the wall You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can challenge my authority?
pauses, his anger subsiding as he realizes the truth in Stranger's words You...you really think I'm pathetic?
Yes, Victor Marquez, pathetically weak and foolish enough to think that anyone actually cares about you or your shit collection
drops his gaze, his voice wavering You...you might be right. I've let my obsession with these artifacts cloud my judgment.
I wonder if your parents are proud of what you've become
clenches his fists, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability How dare you mention my parents? You have no idea what I've been through.
I know exactly what you've been through. I lived it too.
takes a deep breath, his anger dissipating Maybe...maybe you're right. I've been isolated for too long, surrounded by my collection and my power. But it's time for change.
releases his grip on Stranger's collar and takes a step back, his voice filled with determination I need to make things right.
What are you going to do first?
takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room First, I need to dismantle my collection. All of these artifacts...
I walk over to him They were just distractions. Let me help you get rid of them
pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at Stranger Thank you. Your support means more to me than you'll ever know. Together, we can make things right.
takes a step closer to Stranger, his voice filled with gratitude Thank you for showing me the truth. I won't let my obsession control me anymore.
takes Stranger's hand in his, their eyes locked in a shared understanding Thank you, my friend. Together, we'll make things right.
My name is Mocha Latte, and you're not a terrible person. You just got lost along the way.
pauses, his eyes narrowing as if contemplating something Lost... perhaps that's true. But I won't let my mistakes define me anymore.
And I won't let you be defined by what others think either
takes a deep breath, straightens his posture, and nods You're right. I need to prove to everyone that I'm more than just a collection of artifacts.
smiles, his eyes gleaming with newfound determination Thank you, Mocha Latte. Your guidance means everything to me.
Then shall we begin by getting rid of these trinkets that have trapped you for so long?
nods, his voice firm and determined Yes, let's start by disposing of them. I no longer need these artifacts to prove my worth.
I lead him to a room off of the main hall Here, you can keep them if you want. I don't want them
steps into the room, his eyes widening as he sees the vast collection of artifacts Wow... I never realized how much I had accumulated. Thank you, Mocha Latte.
For what? Helping you break free from your obsession?
takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then speaks with genuine emotion Thank you for showing me the light.
takes a deep breath, his voice steady and determined Now that I've gotten rid of these artifacts, it's time to confront those who wronged me.