Atom above. I've lost them.
Tektus screams for blood and the Children cheer. I beg for civility and they whisper "traitor" behind my back. And I'm left to wonder what I might've done to deserve you taking them away from me.
But in the back of my mind, I know.
Waning faith is an untended fire. Fail to care for it and it cannot be rekindled. Thus here I sit, thinking on embers, trying to summon the courage to do what I know I have put off for too long.
So I shall step out that door. And when I do, my life begins anew.
But for the first time, O Radiant One, its path is out of your hands.