to own up to your crimes, first, you must admit to the jury of the candles lit that burned bridges, let's have a drink for your children, innocent, untainted, left in the dark, unable to see the fires their father left behind. how do you not smell the burning embers on him? how do you not smell the offal?
in the absence of hope, there was women, and that's how i will begin my revolution; i'll create waves so strong, ridges form in concrete stone with power-hungry women. i will bring my strongest army, all the artillery i can wield, if only to feel safe again in my skin.