Brother Macey lies below. Though his eyes burn and his limbs are swung, it is not too late for us. His sins will not affect us all, we will rise above him. Beg for forgiveness. Tell them what you did. There's no sense in denying what we did, you took part in it- so did you- and you. We went out, performed unspeakable things, things which we did in the name of some far-off possibility. The only way out now is to leave this place, get out while you still can, and all the while admit what you did, repeat it, shout it over the wind. Go now. I will remain behind.
"The Charon buffet- pride of the plains!"