Here I am, desperate to reach out a hand to whoever will take pity; but don't I know why I am down here in the first place? There's no shame in admitting it: it is only a misguided sense of duty that makes me seek out other people, an indoctrination that that is how a member of my race ought to behave. But truer to my thoughts, I would survey this blighted world through one pair of eyes, watching as all I fear and loathe is celebrated, and as the meager remains of what once I held sacred are crushed to the ground.