I do not yield, but I have nowhere left to go. have you counted the stars knife of my slaying?.
have you understood the spaces between them?.
because I vowed once to understand.
and I have not and I do not.
every vow I have made is empty.
I have already failed.
as everyone have became heretics, so too have I.
long ago my ideologies was killed.
if I am still the man I was, then I am already dead.
and if I am not. then I do not live.
Aiat...
that is enough.
at least the stars will remember the shape I gave them.