I’m not an idealist, I don’t know if I believe in anything, but I want to keep my soul. If I stay here any longer, watching these twerps get pushed ahead of me again and again, watching them flail and waste the lives of those under them, I’ll turn traitor out of sheer spite. Hatred is consuming me, and if I have to serve these pissants any longer or hear one more lie about my future, maybe I’ll just take out my pistol and start shooting. Them, myself, it doesn’t end well either way. None of this does, does it?
The Genteel Way
Tale Told 