"They locked me up here for a demonstration that didn't even succeed... or even get started. If they let me go, I can make another one, which will be successful. As long as I'm sitting here, I won't do anything. I can't do anything. I can die or wait until they're going to kill me. They didn't lock me up in a regular prison, so they're going to kill me. Just like the others, who I saw as child... for fear, which they call penance. They won't say that they killed me, but that they gave me the opportunity to atone. They have plenty of idiots on duty, but the ones who give orders to the idiots with the baton are the smart ones. They even choose their words so that they are not associated with their actions. And... they already know what they will do to me. That's why they don't have to ask me anything. What matters is my intentions, not what I actually did. They will kill me because I don't like them. They know this, even if I apologize on my knees. Their mouths are full of grace, but they do not know what mercy or forgiveness is, they even take revenge on graves. I've never seen graves those who lost to them. Their graves were destroyed. And I... It's not worth it for them to let me go and risk me saying something... or showing myself to people after the rebellion.
Rebellion against their authority means disappearing from the world, like smoke. Or the stink. No matter how hard I ask, they won't forgive me or show me mercy... but they'll definitely be happy when I humiliate myself. Then they will feel full power."