“You sit and look at me and your eyes say you judge me as if you know me and what I have been through. This is why my veins run with ice and my anger is so fierce. You take the time to give lip service to my beliefs and, when they do not conform to your ideals, you call them barbaric, foreign, and wrong.
Do not try to change your eyes so that you might have me call you friend or brother. The first is highly unlikely and the latter will happen when you are dead, if you did enough.
Do not sit here and tell me why you are worthy of either of those things. Your worth is not yours to judge. Silence your honey-covered tongue and show me.”
Wendigo
