i was led to a classroom; one which i hadn't frequented, but knew of vaguely. i knew the teacher well, though, and smiled warmly as we both sat down at the desks near the window.

he took a book out of his bag and my eyes widened. i recognised this book. the book full of corruption and capitalist views. one my father taught me tales of, tales of men who left their wives, tales of children who grew up to be the enemies of mankind.

and i had him.

god damn me, but i had him.

and god damn me more, because as i glanced at his face, i just saw a corrupted child who would grow up to be my enemy.