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Juan. My brother, of sorts. More than just family. Al is my sister in blood. Juan would be my brother in spirit.

Aside from that discussion about soccer/football, I was pretty much indifferent to Juan. He had introduced himself as Sebastian. I call him Seb sometimes. It wasn't until after Juan became like me, that things started happening. I kept running into him all the time. So we started hanging with each other. It also helped that he was close family.

Juan and I have been through a lot together; stalkings, arrests, 'fixing' cars, fights, you know things like that. *bland look*

Juan is like a true sibling. Both causing laughter, and at this moment in time, also my greatest betrayal. However I am, if nothing else, resilient.

I fought for him once. That ought to say a lot. I've told you before, I don't like violence. Juan got just a tad over his head, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him die. So I jumped in. It wasn't pretty. There was no finesse. But I did get the job done, and Juan is still alive...somewhere.

When Juan admitted he was anarch, I thought my world had collapsed around me. Felt so lost and betrayed. After all Kayta was nowhere to be found, and the Anarchs had whacked Kernel. I was lost and confused. Took me a long while to get over it. Juan was very patient, and never gave up on me.

Juan and I got bored one night. He mentioned something about getting a new tattoo. I wanted to know if I could pick it out. He agreed, but only if he could pick on out for me. OK. We go hunt down a tattoo artist. Personally I'm not going to ask why two small tattoos coast over $600. So we each have another tattoo. Awe. How cute.

Later came another trial. Dagger whacked Fuego. Juan and I got to watch. Dagger then gave Juan 3 nights to get out of the city before he would hunt him down. Juan left 3 nights later. I've not seen or heard from him since, and I miss him dreadfully!