Her pride is now crushed by conscience; she still won't make it to a last respect. No bit of her would allow it. she had pierced her son's heart with love the selfish way, yet it lived to appreciate its seed. Had she not ignored the red fuse when it first tripped, the walls of everyone's heart she battered would have held their peace within. And although the acquitted partook in the loss, the fire is on her. The Red Fuse Tripped it.
