A Dead Code of Honor

It was always us wasn't it? The young people who had to clean up the messes of those who came before.

They feed us all this crap about taking responsibility and accepting the consequences.

Things like this, could all be avoided if the adults just stopped lying.

"Isn't that right little girl? How pretty you are Esther Holland, and what a nice group of friends you have."

"Be careful about making promises though. I suppose for just you kids, I can allow you to play."

An inscribed ring, old letters, and a hunter's knife. Broken promises, torn friendships, if there was no honor among even the outcast... why do we surround ourselves with others? Why do we need each other like we need our Mother's breast when we're young and defenseless?