You’re trying to pretend to love all the people that you think are beneath you. There is no known doubt that they’ve got guns in their hands. See, the whole world lives in fear. I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it, I know, I know in my bones. No; it’s not a question of ‘loss,’ it’s not a question of ‘win’. Never mind the cost or even how we gave in. Now I don’t want you to feel so bad, that’s not what I want. We’ll be okay. We’re all okay.

I want your body. I want your brains. I want your soul – brother – on a thirsty desert plain or maybe even in the jungle, face down in a lagoon. Or eternal fire with your best friends, if there’s any room. Nobody wants you but we want you. Just when you think you’ve had enough, here comes more death from up above.
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No hope.
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