← They'll shout at us. They'll catch hold of us with their thousand arms and their thousand pairs of eyes like they belonged to one person. They'll spit us in the face. 🔊✎
← A convenient piece of innocence to help the party. A pale little boy who will spit at the firing squad. How useful to smear that innocent blood on my hands, a double win. 🔊✎
← Haemon does not hear him. And then suddenly he stands up, his eyes black, and he has never looked so much like the little boy he once was. He stares at his father without saying a word, for a whole minute, and then suddenly, he spits in his face and draws his sword. Creon jumps back out of reach. 🔊✎