Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

I Did Not Do It. Yet Now I Wish I Had.’ He Turned To Face The Hall, That Sea Of Pale Faces. ‘i Wish I Had Enough Poison For You All. You Make Me Sorry That I Am Not The Monster You Would Have Me Be, Yet There It Is. I Am Innocent, But I Will Get No Justice Here.

You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

I Have Climbed These Steps So Often I Know Each One By Name.

Mothers." The Man Made A Word Sound Like A Curse. "i Think Birthing Does Something To Your Minds. You Are All Mad.

Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.