[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEvyrxPbk7zLyD_2_b/Inmate-Number-1-Movie-Danny-Trejo-Documentary.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda [hr][hr][/center]

	Maybe Natasha was right about one thing in her barrage of accusations and insults: Caesar was not acting as a particularly honorable man. He indeed [i]was[/i] trying to get what he wanted regardless of bridges burned in the process. Hell, a huge part of him  hoped it was a fire that spread, consuming everything in his path that was not helpful to him and his pursuit of what he considered justice. Though taken objectively, revenge itself was the darker side of honor. Revenge is what honorable men sought when they had lost enough of themselves. To that end, he was very much behaving as a man of honor, albeit a broken one. 

	He still couldn't gather much from the Doctor's responses, though. His points were not covered in her retorts. Quite the opposite, they seemed to be avoided completely. Perhaps it was simple outrage. It's not like Caesar sugar-coated anything. But if it was more than that... well, it meant that she was a talented conversational gymnast. He did sincerely hoe it wasn't more than that. Caesar gave himself a ten count, and trudged back to his rooms inside of the Hacienda proper. 

	[i]Back in the courtyard...[/i] 

	"Oh, I'm flashing between grief, sarcasm, and being a hostess. It sucks." said Thalia in a flat tone. "Alright, I'm going to grab some stuff to eat, then. Keep strength up, right? Okay..." She shrugged and started to walk back into the crowd. "Just lemme know if you need something."