Like one raindrop, for me, I considered it to be the eighth wonder of the world and it was mines to conserve. I thought I imparted my good intentions, so I relied on the goodness of your sentiment and your good judgment. Yet apparently skepticism blinded the idea and uncertainty gave you the authority to rule unfavorably. I was hoping we could reconvene at a later date but you used your authority another way. My life is nothing more and yours, well I just hope my death was not in vain. Because useless was not the life I was shooting or aiming for.