Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes.
So please, I beg you– she is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let her be soft, and let her be mine.
(insp.)














