How did that man live? How did he feed his children? What lows did he fall into to put food on their nonexistent table?
What would I have done in a situation like his, with a mind like his?
I know how.
Even when I would experience the lowest of the lows, even when I would starve to the point where I'd be thankful if hell took me away…
I would still work, and I would still do what I should, as it was my responsibility as a father of three.
Regret for having three children might follow every moment of my life, but how was I to know that I'd be sent to the slums?
The Gateway Alliance smuggled us in from a lower-ranked sector, promising a life of luxury, a life of kings even without money, and we…
We believed them; of course we did.
Did it sound too good to be true? Perhaps, maybe, probably, most definitely.
It was too good to be true.
But it also made sense.
They, the Elite, wouldn't want a dirty home, right?
