I own everything but Rattlesnake Jake/Rango, although that would be awesome. Santiago is mine and he is in Destiny is Kind. Came to me in one of my sad moments...

You're not him…

You're not Jake…

Damn straight I'm not that hell bound gunslinger. If he's from Hell, that's where he needs to return to. It's all I hear, everywhere I go.

You're not Jake…

I thought you might be him…I heard the rattle…

There's more than one rattler in the entire Mojave Desert. Not just Jake. Not just him. There are dozens of us, each one as different as the last. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is we're not him. That I am not him. I look at you; I could see a friend, foe, meal, or even a waste of my time. All you see is a disappointment because I'm not him. We are all our own person, so why must I only be 'Not Jake'? Am I not different enough for you? I am larger than many others; my eyes are as blue as the morning sky. But you don't see that. All you see is that I'm not Jake.

You're not Jake…

I am strong. I am fierce. I am in my prime. Instead of seeing me, seeing who I really am, you see nothing. Nothing but disappointment. All because you wish to see death as it glides across the sand, taking souls to Hell with every twitch of a muscle. And as soon as you see him, you will join him. Just as all the others have. You deserve it. You are blind. Ignoring others because they are not what you want to see. Let's just see how far you get. How many companions you have. I may not be Jake; I may not be a famous gunslinger; I may not be a murderer. But I am who I am.

I am Santiago.