And just like that, I'd been assessed and judged. Nurse Fashoda didn't know the first thing about me but she'd taken one look at my face and now she reckoned she knew my whole life story -- what had gone before and what was yet to come.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

When did we stop being people, being human?

I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.

I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do.

He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time.

Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please. Please. If you're up there. Somewhere.