I hate them, but I hear them.
Win. Bear the guilt. Reign.
They want me pitiless. They want my memory short.
But I was raised differently.
All my people sing of are memories. And so I will remember this death. It will burden me as it does not burden my fellow students - I must not let that change. I must not become like them. I'll remember that every sin, every death, every sacrifice, is for freedom.
Sometimes I just have to let this book speak for itself.