Diego coughed. His mouth and throat were thick with blood. “How bad—how bad will the scars be?” Jaime took his hand, and that was when Diego knew it was bad indeed. He begged Jaime silently not to lie to him or to pity him. Jaime’s smile was slow and crooked. “I think I will be the pretty one in the family now,” he said. “But at least you are still very muscular.”
perfect diego got nerfed
