pain

You have brought trouble to my house. You broke our laws. Our rules. You almost succeeded in separating us. This time, it is in the open and you are not going to be able to weasel your way out of it. I refuse to wish you luck because you will have none. With what humanity I have left in thoughts of you, I won't even ask God to help you. You've wronged us all and for this you will pay. Good luck to you because this wrath will be merciless and unstoppable. Although I am not permitted to lay even a hair on this, I will break it. And then, you will know never to touch me or mine again.