I wished to yell at you, and Kimah said the words I thought up, because he could hear them, because we were each other. He flung them at you — every phrase of indignation in my heart — but you said to my beloved, “You wanted it all to end. I will make it end.” I watched you slaughter them, Father. I watched you beat my siblings against the ground, we begged you to stop, you wouldn’t, you called us ungrateful children, we said, “We are not yours,” and you punished us.’ Uriel
