He knew the risks, despite the dice being loaded in his favour; he now needs to evaluate if the adoration that was showered upon him for however many years was worth the price he has now paid.
As Art has recognised from his attendance at such a macabre event, many of the crowd are probably their to see the matador take some punishment.
I suppose the matador could submit the footage to the guys who made 'The Faces of Death' series, so the 5th volume can be started.Might pay towards his medical fees.
I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks all the time, even when I'm asleep. My thoughts assail me. Murderous lechers they are. Thought is the assassin of thought. Like a man stabbing himself with one hand while the other hand tries to stop the blade. Like an explosion that destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill at ease. Makes me chase my tail, freezes my eyes and shuts me down. Watches me. Eats my head. It destroys me.