The man is here for business, family business. Not his family, no -- Vicente's. He says there are two respectable people that want to know him and he can't quite believe it. They say he is their grandson and they would love to know him better, to try to make up for his father's mistakes. He doesn't believe his words, he doesn't know his father. He stands up and tells the man to go back to his boss and tell him, tell them that it's no use, he's not coming.

         He still has a contract with the devil to honor.

         A few days later, however, he does not expect a sympathic and well-dressed old lady to knock at his door, with a bodyguard behind her. She has warm green eyes and a gentle smile on thin, pale lips. She says she's Lúcia, she says she's his grandmother through his father's side of the family. She says she wants to know him better, because she has missed out so much and it barely goes into his head such a fortunate woman could be his grandmother. His mother is full of scars, full of a lukewarm sadness that surrounds her -- like the misery of her life is a ghost always haunting her -- but this woman, this woman is warmth and wealth, with hands so smooth they seem to have never seen hardships.

       He doesn't understand how that can be his grandmother.

       It takes a few more visits from her and her husband for Vicente to understand that yes, these people, these fortunate people were really family -- or at least, they truly wanted to be. They wouldn't have come into the slums for him repeatedly if they did not want it, not with all the supposed danger that entails. 

       He doesn't cry, but the first time he finally calls one of them their grandparents, his hands are cold and his heart feels like it is about to explode. Such a funny thing! He could kill a man without flinching now, but having a family was such a scary notion to such a broken little soldier like him.