“I thought you were willing to do anything to get free of your dad. Why did we go through all of this if you’re just going to throw in the towel now that we’re finally at the end?” “Because I was willing to do anything to me!” I yelled. “I’m the one who’s trapped, but just because I’m willing to gnaw my arm off to get free doesn’t mean I’m willing to gnaw off someone else’s! If the cost of my freedom is selling babies into slavery, then it’s not freedom at all. I’m just trading one prison for another. A worse one, because I can hate my dad all day long, but I’m not willing to hate myself.”
