Up until I was 16, I healed my sadness by crying, mostly at nights  when everyone would sleep and I would sob in my pillow, until that one night  when I found out my friend was killed in the name of honor.
Indtil jeg var 16 år, trøstede jeg mig med at græde, mest om natten, når alle sov, og jeg græd i min pude, indtil den nat hvor jeg fik at vide,  at min ven var blevet myrdet i ærens navn.