Vasquez

Vasquez rolls his eyes, feeling enough to be irritated at the bullshit that Faraday is feeding him in return. He knows he did a shitty thing in leaving him by the side of the road, but he's fucking annoyed that Faraday is insisting that he's full of shit. "I knew as soon as I had that black eye that my only life out there is hiding and violence and fear. My only actual life is in a protected village. Rose Creek," he says, gesturing to the space around him that he's called his.

He's claimed this, almost like he'd claimed the other piece of land with the corpse, but this time, he doesn't think any bounty hunters will be after him.

"You wanted out of here so badly," he reminds Faraday pointedly. "You didn't want to stay, you didn't want a small town life like this. So I tell you and what, you say yes? You come back here and you learn to hate me over time instead of now." He's learned to live with that ache, as much as he hates it. "It's not so good, knowing that you feel different, but at least it happened fast and not slow. Now you can go out there, find someone like an Ethel," he manages, as he burns with jealousy to even say it.

"I know you don't want this life," he reminds Faraday pointedly.