thinking about how the last thing grace saw on earth was a barbed wire fence barring him from a wide blue sky with a rainbow arcing through it. about how by caging him and preventing him from making that choice to run, the rainbow, the beauty of the world, the heavens favour was bestowed on the world. how they knew that even if he managed to do it he'd never see humanity thrive from his efforts because he was always going to be behind the barbed wire. how it was beautiful anyway. how it was worth it anyway.
















