I know you are there. I watch you back.
You are cowards. All of you.
You hide in the dark.
Like a whelp, you strike from behind.
Every step along the way, you miscalculate.
You have never understood me.
Who I am.
What I have lost.
The pain that has forged me.
You took Sjors from me.
Twisted him.
Cast him in your own image.
There is nothing you could do to me; no pain you can inflict that will match this by the smallest fraction.
This loss now dismays me.
I am shocked and betrayed.
By comparison with that first pain, it is nothing.
But you stop me from doing good work
and I will not tolerate this.
I will ensure that you are punished. With exposure. With ridicule.
My weapons are my mind and my words.
I have time now.
All the time in the world.
You should have just given him back.
You should have apologized.
Now you will have to watch your back for the decades I have left to dream and act.
If you thought you protected yourselves by this action, I assure you it is gasoline on an open flame.
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