Dear brother, I know this is in your best interest. This is the easiest way. For you to live your dreams, this is the wisest path. But how did I not see this coming? How can I explain my rage? Landing on the spectrum meant protection. Landing on the spectrum meant difficulties. Landing on the spectrum meant safety. Landing on the spectrum meant shepherding. Naiveté as a leader line. How have you been corrupted, misled, destroyed by things so far beyond your grasp? This cruel joke of blood, fuel for the great machine. A machine that ensures pain, gaining dominance through fear. Adversities met and conquered like so many foreign lands. The sky is lit with so many burning flags. But this one is my own.