They had four thousand years to prove me wrong, and they did the opposite every single time. I gave up on my sister's dream of a world with mutual love and respect. The only way for that to happen is for everyone to become the same.

[ He's clearly getting upset at the topic, so he takes a deep breath, getting a grip on himself. ]



I wanted to be proven wrong, but I wasn't. And I don't think I ever will be.