[He puts the guitar down. He wants to make as big as divide between each life he can. ]
A matador has to fight bulls. We go into this big ring, and people watch us taunt it with a red cape. You have to be fast and agile. You have to let the bull get close enough when he charges to make it a risk to your life, without actually getting hit.
[He talks, but there's no animation to it. He's monotonous. As one would describe the intricacies of a menial, horrible job. Something they had to do, but had no love for. He recites it like a child being asked to recite an essay. Which it might as well be. These are the lessons his father has drilled into him since he can remember. ]
At the end, when the bull's exhausted, we're expected to kill the bull with a sword called an estoque. One quick stab. Right through the heart.
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[He puts the guitar down. He wants to make as big as divide between each life he can. ]
A matador has to fight bulls. We go into this big ring, and people watch us taunt it with a red cape. You have to be fast and agile. You have to let the bull get close enough when he charges to make it a risk to your life, without actually getting hit.
[He talks, but there's no animation to it. He's monotonous. As one would describe the intricacies of a menial, horrible job. Something they had to do, but had no love for. He recites it like a child being asked to recite an essay. Which it might as well be. These are the lessons his father has drilled into him since he can remember. ]
At the end, when the bull's exhausted, we're expected to kill the bull with a sword called an estoque. One quick stab. Right through the heart.