“... The world I’ve come to know is full of passiveness. It’s a poisonous parasite that infects us with war and famine and atrocity as the righteous lose all conviction and the twisted feel nothing but passion.
Even as the world crumbles around them I see the wretched denizens of this place I could never call home walking about senselessly, aimlessly looking at the damned devices in their hands to ignore, no, to delay their cognition of what’s going on around them.
If these dried eyes of mine could stay open.
If this cold, coagulated blood of mine could run warmer, faster through my veins.
If this powerless, dying, malnourished body of mine could bring itself to life once again.
I would change the world myself.
No matter how long it takes.
But I can’t keep them open…”