Because if I become tired of it, then they win. All of them.
[ i close my eyes here we go ]
The people who threw me in the mines when I was a boy, the people who used me for profit. The sacrifices we made would be for nothing if I just rolled over and died. They throw us around for profit, allow us to support them and their comfortable lifestyles, and then when we trenchers try to fight back, they kill us on the bridge, and force us to dump our bodies in the same river that we can't even drink.
They won't even breathe our air, boy. [ Hadn't, until β ]
Why would I give them the satisfaction of rolling over and dying. Giving up? Of letting them be right about my supposed worthlessness?
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Because if I become tired of it, then they win. All of them.
[ i close my eyes here we go ]
The people who threw me in the mines when I was a boy, the people who used me for profit. The sacrifices we made would be for nothing if I just rolled over and died. They throw us around for profit, allow us to support them and their comfortable lifestyles, and then when we trenchers try to fight back, they kill us on the bridge, and force us to dump our bodies in the same river that we can't even drink.
They won't even breathe our air, boy. [ Hadn't, until β ]
Why would I give them the satisfaction of rolling over and dying. Giving up? Of letting them be right about my supposed worthlessness?
I will never let them win.
That's why I'm not tired of it.
[ Because of Spite. ]