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He's too weak to groan, to shout, or even fight back. Bugbog sarado ang mukha niya at halos hindi mo na makikilala dahil sa pasa at duguan nitong mukha. Inabot kami ng umaga sa gusaling hindi pa natatapos. Napanood ko ang lahat. Bawat suntok. Bawat sigaw niya. Napanood ko lahat.
"So, I guess, naaalala mo na ako ngayon?" Tanong ko sa kaniya.
Hinihingal ito. Hindi makasagot. He seems not to remember me. After what he did to me, he lived a happy life. That's disappointing! Hindi niya ako maalala. Hindi na niya ako naririnig ng maayos ngayon. Should I give a pity of that?
"I'm disappointed." Ngumisi ako at hinila ang iilang hibla ng buhok niya. "Starting today, I want you to flashback all the f*****g memories you have. I want you to do research. I want you to remember this voice. Dah
