Control Of My Life

Control.

I lacked it for most of my life. My mother was shackled when she gave birth to me, and once I was old enough to hold a tool, I was sold, and forced to work.

It took twenty years for a war to free me, or at least the chaos caused by war allowing me to gain control of my life by applying a tool to my former master's skull.

So now that I have control, finally, you want me to give it up and follow your rules?

Death is a choice. I can make that choice.

I do.