You were the only one who didn't treat me like a monster. You were all I had.
If it weren't for you, I never would've survived my childhood.
What does it matter whose fault it is? Thousands of children will die if the city burns.
I don't want to see this city burn. I don't want to hear the screams of children burning alive.
I don't imagine thinking about that subject will leave you any happier than before.
Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.
You should consider yourself lucky. At least your balls won't freeze off.