There is only so long you can cry about something before you just go numb.
The damage is still done. You just can't feel it.
I can't feel much of anything anymore...
Look up to the light.
What's up there? Is it the light from the sun?
A possibility of escape, perhaps?
It's worth a try.
The death of my friend is not a crime that will go unpunished.
I may be young. I may be weak. I may be nothing right now, but I will spend the rest of my days achieving vengeance, if I have to.