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Pride is a funny thing.
In the end, it is nothing but a word- a word that people would fight for, bleed for, die for. A silly concept, a heat in your chest, a thrum in your blood.
Two men, whose entire beings were ruled by this word, sat in an alley on opposite walls, winded and beaten but far from surrender. The heat from their fight was dying off and both were coming to realize their foolishness, their knuckles aching and their blood running red.
The shorter man looked at the Dutchman with a certain ferocity in his eyes, crimson liquid dripping down his unruly hair onto his forehead as he panted, catching his breath. “Disappointed again?”
Não me consigo decidir se o pirralho é Lusicaraças ou Gallacoiso, por isso por agora fica-me na cabeça que não é nem um nem outro, mas sim a zona de Portus Cale que tanto vai chatear os de Sul como os de Norte. Tudo isto porque a Lusitânia não abrangia essa região, que pertencia à Gallaecia, e que mais tarde se tornou no condado Portucalense, e mais tarde ainda o Reino de Portugal, reconquistando mais tarde para si os territórios lusitanos.
「ほら、起きて下さいセニョル、ホテルまで送りますから」
「あらー今日マカオちゃん家泊まる気満々やったわー」
「もう、無茶言わんで下さい」
