The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire
I fear a great deal. The Father, the Mother, the Warrior
To die in the service of the gods would please each and every one of us