The Tide from Reaver by The Brontosaur

No use reminding me that I took a vow. No need to ask why I’m standing around, feet in the tide where all the children washed out. You know all too well. We’ve been here before, we’ve said it all before. I realize, of course, that this means war. The mood is sullen, so I make no remark, no sudden movement to provoke the alarm. I see no future when I’ve fallen this far in your esteem. Because I’ve lost the painting now. And it’s a long, long, long way down. And if I give you the sun, are you content with just one? And if I gave you the moon, you’d ask for Jupiter too? And if you couldn’t have both, I think you’d rather have none. If you suffer me, I’ll suffer you (suffering is all we ever have to do). Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is you! Woefully we go, until we’re hopefully through. Now that we are three, you are not wrong, all the tragedies are not gone, but we are alive. We have arrived, we are inside of your design. We can deny, we can divide, we can hide, or we can try to turn the tide. The more you make, it won’t matter. The failure rate won’t matter. And what’s at stake won’t matter. We will escape or go mad. We’ve been here before.

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