Because there are times when the anger bleeds away until it’s nothing but a raw ache in the pit of my stomach and I see the world and wonder about its people and what it’s become and I think about hope and maybe and possibly and possibility and potential. I think about glasses half full and glasses to see the world clearly. I think about sacrifice. And compromise. I think about what will happen if no one fights back. I think about a world where no one stands up to injustice.
Warner as a child. Warner as a son. Warner as a boy who has only a limited grasp of his own life. Warner with a father who would teach him a lesson by killing the one thing he'd ever be willing to beg for.
Because some people are so stupid that they actually think there are thick neon lines separating good and evil.
That it’s easy to make that kind of distinction and go to sleep at night with a clear conscience. Because it's okay. It’s okay to kill a man if someone else deems him unfit to live.