It was the darkest, coldest, lognest, most hopeless night of the year.
The Revolution has failed.
Oh my God, he was executed. He's dead.
We've been huddled up, trying to figure out what's next.
Where do we go? What do we do?
Was it all a lie?
If this "Better Way" got him killed, then what about for us?
Where do we go? What do we do?
Oh my God, he's dead.
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