I want to learn to hate you.

Drunken moon, broken ship. Set sail then forgot my gun.

We'll catch up with him yet.

Are you satisfied?

The drums drum. Humdrum. Still in the sails. They shouldn't have brought you back just to gouge out your own eyes.

There is something wrong with this.

I'm worried that I don't care, but I don't care.

Soiled with pain. Written on flesh. I hope yours burns.

What made you think?

Debrief.

Til we reap again.