I kiss her forehead and wrap an arm around her for comfort, motioning the man to come closer. He hesitates before doing so, studying me. When he reaches us, he keeps a foot and a half between him and Rayah and glances over the mark.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer