“I can’t make them love me.” His eyes lowered to the barren ground. Now, especially now, he wished to implode upon himself.
No, came the thought. Not today. Make them suffer; make them pay . . .
“Yes,” he whispered. “That is what I shall do.” Besides, he really did not need their love; going away would only make their lives easier. They’d learn nothing, earn nothing . . . No, he would stay. He would make them suffer, make them roll, make them pay.
“I will not go, not today!”
They would see; he would learn to love himself. Yes, don’t give up. Don’t let them win.
Show them how wrong they are . . .
Show them their sin.