Babel

Anger did not empower you. It sat on your chest; it squeezed your ribs until you felt trapped, suffocated, out of options. Anger simmered, then exploded. Anger was constriction, and the consequent rage a desperate attempt to breathe.

‘I’m not a traitor,’ Robin pleaded. ‘I’m just trying to survive.’

‘One does not appreciate heaven until one has known hell,’