
Who is so hated as I am?... Who so much feared? But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. It brings me closer to sorrow than anger.
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind."
Have not I been kind to you? Have not I offered my heart up for sacrifice? I pray that one day I will see you seeing... so that we may see together.
And with this, a simple gesture of "forever" offered to my brothers...