What a silly thing to say.

You and I both know this is not a matter of choice.

For years and years and years we have played this game and all I ask for are the barest whispers of 

Rest reprieve 

Give me this loathsome pride and grief and let me live past your maze of pain and terror-

This is a prison of your own making. You can leave any time you want.

You said there is no choice.

We both know you won’t.