[ marcos isn't even sure where they are at this point. they'd just been walking, not speaking to each other but the arcing emotions between them had done enough talking for them.

when she breaks the silence, he pulls them to a stop and looks around before backing her into a corner where two buildings met, giving them some darkness and privacy for...whatever this conversation was about to be. he braces a hand against the wall beside her shoulder and watches her face. ]

You never asked.

[ he honestly hadn't known what she'd think of that part of himself so he'd buried it down and told himself he wouldn't tell her ever.

instead, he'd shown her, guided her, taught her how to torture a man with a power that blinded and burned many people with when he'd been with the cartel. somewhere, carmen was probably smiling to know she'd left a mark. ]

You never told me you liked that kind of thing. [ so, they were both still keeping some secrets. that was okay. it wouldn't cause any problems eventually. ] It can be exactly like that, though. You've got the power to take something vital away from people and that makes you powerful.

[ more powerful but he doesn't know about all that other power. ] It's always like that. [ which is why it was so dangerous. ]