That arrogant well-built noble face of Zorro annoyed Diego today, as he stared in the mirror. Blue eyes twinkled at him through the mask with a smug expression that made him seethe. The mocking way Zorro's head tilted reminded him that the reflection was his worst nightmare, his deadliest enemy, his secret rival.
It had been this way for years. Lies upon lies, act upon act, until nothing of a real man remained. Diego and Zorro were characters in a drama, exaggerations, figments of someone's overactive imagination. Neither of them were the true man - he was lost.
