I should be sent to jail. I’m a monster. They were counting on me and I failed them all. Orphans now—and all my fault. She was such a beautiful queen— And because of my clumsy hands she’s dead. I dreamed about them their little eyes and antennas looking up at me— expectant, I’m a god-like all powerful force in their lives and I have destroyed what they value most. Rent my garments, scour my bones of flesh, drown my books for I know nothing! A failed god. A maker of hells!
