So all my efforts were in vain—and everything that took so much work to earn got flushed down the toilet?
They thought that if they took my things, my progress, my girl—eventually I’d give up? Fall to my knees and start begging, pleading? Yeah, sure—tell me when to start. And for now I’ll lie down—I still need to get enough sleep.
Surely those bastards have come up with something special, something that will make us run around again, head over heels, to cut each other’s throats. Most likely that’s exactly what’s happening. Though why guess—soon everything will become clear by itself.