As San left the room, the old alpha picked the wooden box and opened it.
He stared at the green pill with deep thoughts. He knew what it was and he was scared of what San had to give to get this.
"T a k e .. i t...
S h e .. w o r k e d .. h a r d... t o ... g e t.. i t."
"M o o n.. G o d."
Marcos tried to get up as he saw him standing in front of his collection of wine.
Moon God picked a bottle and turned towards him who was standing respectfully in front of him.
He gave his last bottle to San and now he needed something to add in his collection.
"T a k e ..i t ... o r.. s h e .. w i l l .. b e.. s a d.. i f.. a n y t h i n g .. h a p p e n e d ... t o ... y o u."
"M o o n .. G o d.. i s.. g e n e r o u s ... b u t .. I .. c a n.. n o t.. t a k e .. i t."
Marcos knew
