To sit in solemn silence In a dark, dank dock In a pestilential prison With a lifelong lock; Awaiting the sensation Of a short, sharp shock Of a cheap, chippy chopper On a big black block.
/I think, today,/ he thought back, /the important fact is that I don't/ need /to be better than him. He can just be a person. And I... I can just be one too./ — Adolin (Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson)
