Oh, fuck off. That's not how I see it day to day, but it's sure how it feels when you're shoving little children into an escape tunnel and telling them to run and not look back and that's the lesson the remains after the smoke clears. I hang on with my goddamn teeth to not thinking of Us and Them.

And don't get me started on the big machine. If your brother wanted to, he could follow Eric's lead and get me to do the job for him and walk away with nothing more than a bit of a headache and the need for a nap. And if I thought for a second it would work, I'd offer.