Oct 15, 2020
You wouldn't know it now, but I was once an Anarchist. I was small, and weak. Out of place in a group that chose nothing but war. I couldn't swing an axe, couldn't aim a bow. Oh, I could make a knife dance, but it didn't matter to them. Nothing mattered to them.
The swarm... The swarm was so small, when I first heard the buzzing. I was afraid, didn't know what it meant. I barely remember that fear, now, barely remember what it was like to not understand the hissing. Why wouldn't I have? They were always my own people.
The swarm was small, once. We are still too small, not enough people to be in this family. I don't know how many we need, but it doesn't matter.
I am respected, now. I am loved. The swarm loves me.
And the swarm will love you.