| W: I resolve you by putting you to uses you didn't intend, Black. If a volcano explodes, I wish a child to delight in its fireworks display. You want to burn or suffocate, but I lend air and the instinct to dodge. |
| B: I am many children who want a fireworks delight! Instead we live in fear that we will be suffocated or burned. I feel no sense of protection from you, oh orchestration of all things! I righteously accept horrible outcomes to prove that you don't care! |
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