Be careful what you pray for.
I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.
For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.
I'm reverent from a distance.
Revenge is fruitless.
We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.