Julio was apparently amazed with the recent news. First facing the possibility of a civil war and then losing brothers one by one. He was looking at Teresa helplessly, obviously still in a shock as he asked to himself, Why couldn't the Corsairs just concentrate on protecting their unity against the increasing threat elements instead of tearing apart with pointless squabbles? If we are no more able to sacrifice things in the name of unity, then how will we exist?
On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.
