I need an offramp, a way out. I need this mission, this chance; let me go. You can keep shoving the square peg into the round hole all you like, but something will break before it goes through.
I’m already pretty much broken, but not to you. There’s still something you see in me, something you want to break down. What further disappointment, what more can you do to me? You called this a suicide mission, well, since you’ve been trying to make us all into your new gentry, why won’t you just let me take the gentleman’s way out?
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