Do you know what it's like to be at the nadir? There is only the more, a foul stench, and self-pity. At times, someone will look in from an opening far above, but no one notices you. With every breath, your wretchedness burns your lungs. <...> Weretiger, teach her what it's like. To help no one, to be counted on by no one, and to live in hiding, trembling like a worm.