I can’t believe you actually fuckign told me, what a fucking loser. Fine. This little shit, Ellis, he was thirteen. A fucking flower Conduit. What could a snot nosed, thirteen year old, pacifist do to anyone? But it wasn’t enough for ‘em. Hanged the sucker just the same and got turned into another statistic back in the good ol’ days. But y’know what fucked me over? Y’know what really made me think, fuck it, I’m doing whatever. Y’know what really grinded my nerves?
