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They ate and relaxed for a while, they didn't talk much while the sea, hunger and alcohol intoxicated them. Alba stopped eating and looked at Pablo.

"I want you to be honest, you've already told us that we can only feed on criminals, which I think is cool with all that moralistic and righteous stuff, you say that we will have money that we won't have to worry about how to live, but what I care about is if I will change, if it will hurt, if I will be able to control myself, and how long it will take me to be able to act normally..."

Pablo looked out to sea remembering distant memories from when he was still a human and his master hadn't transformed him. He really changed, he really couldn't say that he was the same person as before he had been transformed.