A gift. A reminder that some forms cannot be changed – only shattered.
No. I am the only sane man in this colony. The friars will never give you an academy. They will never let you think. But if one explosion rocks the river on a wedding night – a night when all the powerful are gathered – then they will listen.
(firmly) I will not help you. I would rather be a fool with a clean heart than a wise man with a grave. El Filibusterismo Kabanata 21 Script
You are mad.
(turning back to his gems) No. I am what the friars made. And soon, they will see their masterpiece. A gift
(voice barely a whisper) You are no jeweler.
(turning sharply) Then build me a bomb.
(End of article.)