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One track mind, one track heart

Pedro wonders if his family will ever be safe Isabela wonders if she can break out of her Abuela's portrait. Luisa wonders if she can protect her family.

Pedro and Alma swap au

Pedro wonders if his family will ever be safe

He did his best to protect them at all cost, pulling them as close as possible. Most of his family were girls. And girls were weak. They could die, like Alma if he didn't protect them from danger. He had failed his wife already, let her be slaughtered. Guilt never stopped eating him, not allowing him to forget his weakness. Of how Alma died because of him. 

Being in control of his family was important. He had to keep them all safe. He was given a second chance, a miracle. He couldn't lose it, he couldn't lose anyone. Controlling every movement, every step of his loved ones, he made sure they wouldn't face the same horrific fate as his beloved Alma.  

He didn't trust anyone, he couldn't trust anyone. It was a matter of his family's safety. Women couldn't go out without accompanying. Who knew what would the villagers do? What if there were some evil people, hiding in their peaceful homeland? Waiting in the bushes to get a strike. What if they would burn the town down, kill and destroy everyone? What if somebody would die again because he wasn't able to step in, because he failed to protect them? (Like he failed with Alma)

Pedro couldn't let this happen. He swore on a magic flame that safety was his main goal. There was no way he would put anyone in danger ever again. He failed Alma already and there was no forgiveness for that. No amount of prayers when he bowed before God, begging, asking for Alma not to hate him could ever fix his weakness that night. But if he prevented anyone from dying ever again, if they were safe... Maybe he would redeem himself. (He wouldn't, there was no way to bring Alma back.)

He kept his family on puppet stings, too scared to let them go. If he did, he would lose anybody again. He had to monitor them every second of their lives. Every breath, everything should be controlled. Casita was safe. Its walls were like a fortress that held the Madrigals. The outside world was dangerous for his daughters and granddaughters. They would get killed on place. Pedro got this realization in the most painful way possible. Now he would never fail them again. Not like he failed Alma the same day she gave birth to their kids. As long as he kept his eyes on everyone, they would be okay. (He hoped, he couldn't survive anybody else's death). Luisa was perfect, she wouldn't be a failure like himself. (Would she?)

He doesn't know if this protection will be enough.

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Isabela wonders if she can break out of her Abuela's portrait

She wasn't stupid. She knew how Abuelo was throwing a fleeting eye on her, how he saw her. Isabela Madrigal, the eldest granddaughter of the Madrigal family. The one who looks like her grandmother portrait that came back to live. She had no problems with it, part of her was even proud of how much she resembled her brave Abuela, a heroine who lost her life for her family. But she had problems with Abuelo.

She was young when realization was growing in her head. For Abuelo, she wasn't Isabela. She was Alma. No matter what she did, how hard she tried to draw this line as clear as possible. Delimit herself and her deceased grandmother.

It put her in a strange position. On one hand, Abuelo tried to ignore her existence, pretending that she was a ghost that he shouldn't pay attention to. On the other, he tightened the ropes over her so hard that it was painful. He didn't let her take a step, do anything that could be dangerous in his opinion (which meant almost everything). She was invisible, but at the same time, endless eyes were always looking at her, making sure she was okay.

It wasn't the same with the other girls in her generation. (Well, maybe it was with the Mirabel). Dolores and Luisa had more freedom. Or, maybe it was because Dolores was quiet and didn't seek for troubles, preferring to stay in one place instead of breaking all the pointless rules. (Or when she did, she could hear when she had to go back to ensure Abuelo hadn't caught her). And Luisa was a special case. Abuelo had said the girls were weak. And when Luisa wasn't... Well, she was treated the opposite of Isabela, or Mirabel, or Dolores. Part of Isabela was happy for her sister, part was jealous of all the attention and freedom she was getting on a daily basis. And it also broke Abuelo's entire point in 'all girls should be protected' because, apparently, there was at least one that didn't fall into this rule. And if it wasn't for this one exception, MAYBE Isabela could accept it. He had the best intentions. But this behavior with Luisa was hypocrisy.

Abuelo's behavior was confusing. On one hand, he was never available for Isabela, but he also had never let his eyes off her. Like a collar that was broken and lying on the floor but at the same time was tightly wrapped around her neck. Because she was a reminder, a painful fact of whom he had lost. 

She wasn't Alma. She was Isabela. But it seemed like there was no way for Abuelo to see them as separate people.

She doesn't know if she will ever be somebody else

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Luisa wonders if she can protect her family.

That's what Abuelo had said. She was strong, it was her responsibility to keep them okay, to fight for their lives if there was a need. The idea of anybody dying was too terrifying. 

There was a constant worry, fear eating her up. That she wouldn't be strong enough, that somebody would die because she didn't manage to protect them. Maybe she was just as much of a control freak as Abuelo. But it was something she had to do. After all, if she knew where everyone was and what they were doing, she could help them better. If somebody was dying and she didn't know where they were, how could she help them? Every mistake could cause harm, lit match could start arson. A knife could stab someone and make them bleed out to death.

Luisa needed to be a perfect soldier. If evil men would come back, she needed to fight them off, keep them away from her family. But what if she wasn't fast enough? Wasn't strong enough? It was something that existed in her back all the time. Panic, the terror of the thought that she would fail in a combat. That she would be left in the ruins of nothing. 

Was there a way for her to keep everyone safe? It was her job, her life was carved, shaped into the word protection. How many things could hold a secret harm for everyone? Abuelo believed it was everything. Spending so much time with him, Luisa had certainly got this trait too. Along with a burning wish for safety, to be in control so she would protect them. 

So what if her guts are twitching inside out from a sudden sound? What if Dolores, who can hear everything, can't calm down her anxiety? It was fine. Being alert meant that Luisa was ready to fight if necessary. The concept of feeling safe was something foreign, that she couldn't comprehend. Not for herself(don't tell Abuelo!), not to anyone else. How could anyone feel safe if the soldiers from Abuelo's past were still alive? If they could break in and attack them? Ann there would be blood and limp bodies dropped on the ground, washed away by the flowing river of gore. Because she wasn't strong enough, because she hesitated, because she failed like Abuelo that night. Houses would be burned, a smell of death would rise in the air. 

Luisa needed to be strong, to protect everyone, to keep them safe. She didn't want for anyone to get lost as Abuela did. But she couldn't know for sure, the worry of danger waiting to strike her family never slowed down. 

She doesn't know if she would be enough to protect them

Isabela: Why do you look like that?

Luisa, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Isabela: Like you’re merging with the floor again

Luisa: It’s because I’m merging with the floor. Leave me here to perish.

Dolores: Raula accidentally called her “Lulu” in front of everyone today. And now she dies from embarrassment

By the way, have you done your daily clicks?

Luisa: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Mirabel: But, hermana, I'll be so lonely without you. I just want to curl in your arms and stay there forever!

Luisa: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to force me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Mirabel: Is it working?

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