Everywhere I went, people were disobeying the laws, doing what they wanted, disrespecting this country and its people. No. Its people were the problem. They were all criminals. Criminals that had to die. -Twitch- Every single person who walked past the wall. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to join the disgusting thieves and murderers and wrenches they call their friends and families. They wanted to cross the wall illegally. Why couldn't these people and this world just do as they're told? Everything would be so much easier. -Twitch- If they just lived in their homes, went to work or school, then came home and ate dinner with their families and went to the park on weekends, everything would be fine. If they just accepted the fact they wouldn't see the people on the other side again, the world would be better. No one would have to die. No one.

But they're all criminals. Dirty, filthy people. Not even people. Rats. And mother had said that I had changed. Me of all people. I hadn't changed. I had just come to realise -Twitch- the truth about the world. And the guards and officers here who were my friends, my people, my family, they had taught me the truth. I glanced down to Caesar leaning against the wall a few feet down from me and a small smile pulled up one corner of my lips. Feeling my stare, he looked back to me and nodded. He treated me with respect now, as I did him. I don't see why I had argued with him before; he had been right in every case. I had been wrong. -Twitch- I watched him for a few moments once he had turned his gaze back to the buildings in front of him; admiring his pride that he held in his shoulders.

Then I noticed it.

The left side of his face twitched. He shook his head, as if making the twitch disappear from history before clearing his throat and standing up straight again, looking down to the world below him. I had never really noticed it before. But now I thought about it, as I looked back on my pathetic past history, Caesar had had that twitch for a while now.

Furrowing my brows, I looked back to the front, glaring to a small child who began running towards me, a huge smile on his little face. He started slowing down, coming to a stop half way between his starting point and me. My face looked coldly towards him, no expression, no talking, no nothing. His face fell and he started backing away, not daring to turn around for fear that I would be disrespected to see his back, as if I were the Führer. Once he had gone, I looked back to the buildings, finally getting my peace and quiet that I deserved.

-Twitch-