my future offspring

the thing about millennials who don’t want kids is I feel like a lot of them are deeply On Board for their friends’ kids

like I’m among the minority of my friends in definitely for sure wanting kids someday

but each of my parenthood-eschewing friends has claimed a different role in my future offspring’s life and they seem very excited to play it

so we as a generation may have fewer children

but I feel like they’ll be the most supported and loved children imaginable

anonymous asked:

You knew darn well what I was askong you. Is it okay for me to kill you because you're tissue? Why is murder even illegal then? Also do you thonk a 6-9 month old fetus (someone failed latin cause that means offspring) is okay to abort? Because seems like you apply no limitations.

My six years of Latin straight As would beg to differ. The word lunatic has a Latin root in the word for moon but it doesn’t mean crazy people are moons. Etymology is not the same as a definition.

Firstly “do you thonk (thonk-lol) a 6-9 month old fetus…is okay to abort?” Personally, for me, yes. Not everyone agrees with me on that and that’s fine but if it’s necessary, it should be allowed. If you think it’s a a sentient human being- from the minute it’s conceived then you should believe that any form of abortion is murder even if it’s the result of rape or incest, or if the mother is 13. 

The thing you seem not to realise is that the majority of people who are pro choice couldn’t give a shit about when life begins. There is no medical or scientific consensus. The reason we’re pro choice is because we live in reality. Abortion has existed since the beginning of time. It’s centuries older than the religion which has led you to believe abortion is wrong. Women will get abortions as long as we continue to ignore the root causes (again, the fault of pro lifers) so we have two options: legalise it so we can regulate and make it safe or ban it and lead to the deaths of millions of people- deaths which will happen in back rooms of illegal abortion clinics with women bleeding slowly to death while the rest of the world turns a blind eye. Now before you say “BUT MURDER IS OLDER THAN CHRISTIANITY AND WE STILL BAN THAT” I’d say that’s true. But legalising murder would cause impossible chaos as we’d all live in constant fear. It doesn’t reduce it either so it’s not a deterrent, whereas legalising abortion does consistently reduce rates. And we do legalise the premeditated death of others all the time: in combat situations. If it’s ok to take away the life of another human being- someone with family and friends and thoughts and beliefs and memories- in a war zone, then we are explicitly saying that stopping a life is ok as long as it benefits us. So murder’s often legal. 

The other main point is the fact that if you say that a fetus is a human being then you give it all of the basic human rights a person has by law. Let’s look at the Convention on the Rights of the Child. The fetus would have a right to a name so everyone has to name a baby the moment they find out they’re pregnant. They have the right to a nationality, even though you can’t be a citizen of places like the United States unless you’re born there. They have the right to privacy (I’m sure you can see the issues with that when they live inside their mother).  I read an article the other day that pointed out that if we force a woman to go through with a pregnancy she doesn’t want then we’d be violating the fetus’s right to be free from arbitrary detention! And even if we all decided to give the fetus the inalienable right to life, that doesn’t give them the right to their mother’s oxygen or her blood supply. They can have the right to life if you want but only if we grow them in labs. You can’t hand out rights to someone who isn’t born. It is just completely irrational. 

Pro lifers like to play on the emotions of people and that’s not what it’s about for pro choice people. Emotion is irrelevant for policy decisions. What’s relevant is logic and realism. Being anti-choice is neither logical or realistic. 

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Rhys Sees the Mating Bond (Rhys POV)

The brief scene in Chapter 46 at the end of ACOTAR where Rhys โ€œcallsโ€ to Feyre to say goodbye and ends up fully seeing the mating bond between them before he disappears. I honestly wasnโ€™t planning on writing this one until someone asked for it. It just has so much complexity and the original is so perfect, I didnโ€™t want to disturb it. Sadly, I think of all my fics so far, Iโ€™m the least pleased with this one, so I feel kind of bad since this was a request, but hopefully itโ€™s not too terrible, aghhh! I take zero credit for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas.

Be Seeing You

Morrigan was rapturous. The emotion I felt flood her mind when I sent her the mental message letting her know to expect me shortly was comforting. But I quickly shut off the link between our thoughts so that I could try to send another more important message. Iโ€™d deal with my cousinโ€™s scorn at being cut short after fifty years of waiting later.

The midday sun as I waited for her felt glorious and I was the only one just then who knew it. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amaranthaโ€™s blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. Often Iโ€™d come here when I wasnโ€™t being kept to Amaranthaโ€™s bedside just to find a brief reprieve amid the chaos, a masochistic reminder that though I could not throw myself into the mountains off the balcony and fly, the ability to do so was still possible. It filled me with such hope some nights.

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The Difference between Tamlin and Rhysand: The Man on the Throne and the Man in the Arena - ACOTAR and ACOMAF Excerpt Analysis

While there are many differences between Rhys and Tam (and I love them both), there is one quote that really hits it on the head for me - and it has to do with their action and paralysis. Funnily enough, the quote doesn’t even come from ACOTAR, but rather from Teddy Roosevelt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

It’s a long quote, but in its essence, it draws the distinction between two types of people: the man who watches and criticizes from above, and the man who fights in the arena.  As a bystander, it is easy to judge someone’s actions and point out that they should have done differently; they should have done better. But the men (or women) in the arena don’t have that choice. They only have their wits and the weapons they’ve been given, and they must constantly react to their changing situation and predict the actions of other players in the game.

This quote is important because it delineates a key difference between Tamlin and Rhysand, one that I’ve already discussed in my Rhysand Defense Post but feel like I need to put forth again since I’ve seen some more Rhysand backlash with the recent ACOMAF excerpts. 

Faced with Amarantha’s rule, these two leaders responded very differently to defeat: one fell into paralysis and the other chose action. As a result,Tamlin was on his estate for 49 years, trying on and off to break the curse on his estate–and ultimately failing to free himself and his court; meanwhile, Rhysand was being sexually abused for 49 years while playing the role of whore and traitor to protect his court.  Rhys made incredible sacrifices and committed terrible acts, all in the name of saving his people. He was in that arena Under the Mountain as a captured war leader, and his decisions had consequences, but he worked with what he had. He used his greatest asset–his mind, his sense of strategy–and set up the plans that ultimately helped Feyre to defeat Amarantha.  Do I wish he could have done some things differently in that process? Yes. But just as in life–and especially during times of war and defeat–the actions of leaders in the arena are morally gray. (For example, just take a look at the actions of men, women, and leaders during WWII.)  If you look at his actions from within the arena and not above, Rhys’s actions make more strategic sense, and it is undeniable that without him, Feyre would have failed. Without the actions of Rhys in the arena, Prythian would have fallen with Tamlin and his paralysis.

So yes, readers (like Tamlin and the other courts) can judge Rhys for his actions, much as historians judge how leaders act during times of war and defeat, but it is important to remember to not always look from above or with hindsight, but to try and understand the landscape of the arena itself, as events occur. (This is what historians try to do.) The players on the field work with what they have in real-time, and their actions–like humanity itself–are far from perfect or morally white.

Rhysand acts, and it is his actions that help save Prythian. Like Feyre, he is passionate and he fights for those he cares about.  For Feyre, originally, that was her family, but eventually it extends to Tamlin, the Spring Court, and the fae more generally. For Rhys, it’s his court. As he tells Feyre, he did it

“Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”

Here, Rhys is the quintessential man in the arena; he strives, he dares, and he fights. His efforts will result in triumph or defeat, but he knows that if he fails, at least he did while “daring greatly.” In this sense, he is Feyre’s parallel; they will do whatever it takes to protect the ones they love–the ones they feel a responsibility for.

While I love Tamlin, he is not of the same mold.  He is paralyzed, and his choices have stripped him of the ability to act.  His greatest defense is inaction, for that is the only way he feels he can protect Feyre Under the Mountain.  So, he sits on the throne beside Amarantha and watches the actions and traumas of the players below. And while he may face traumas off screen, he is not there in the blood and dirt with Feyre. They do not experience their traumas together, and this is why their divide begins at the end of ACOTAR.  While they fought for love Under the Mountain, they did not fight together, and so it is difficult for them to heal together–or at all.  Tamlin’s paralysis would have doomed Feyre Under the Mountain, if it weren’t for Lucien and Rhys, and now–even after the ordeal has ended–he is still paralyzed by his own horrors and nightmares.  He is unable to speak, unable to act and help himself or Feyre move forward from their traumas. This is why, by the beginning of ACOMAF, they are fracturing.  Feyre can no longer act and Tamlin is still paralyzed, and so their relationship freezes as well; it is stagnant.

Just as Tamlin and Rhys’s depictions as leaders in war and defeat are accurate and valid depictions of real life, so too is Tamlin and Feyre’s experiences of trauma and PTSD realistic in the excerpts of ACOMAF. SJM is not destroying Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship in the name of glorifying Rhys and moving ships along. Far from it.  Rather, I admire Sarah for trying to realistically depict how different people deal with suffering and trauma.  Just as we saw the trauma and slow healing that happened with Aelin, Chaol, and Rowan over the course of Heir of Fire and Queen of Shadows, so too will we see how these characters are reforged after the fires of war and defeat.  There are men and women like Tamlin who shut down and don’t talk about their traumas with anyone, even their spouse. (This is particularly true for soldiers who survived WWII or were POWs.)  Feyre is on the tipping point: she needs to talk to heal, but there is no one to help her move forward. At this point, Tamlin can’t help her because he can’t even help himself. He ignores her nightmares and her sickness and her desire to talk, pretending that everything is okay.

And if there is anything that will shift the relationships in ACOMAF, it is this: who will help Feyre heal?  As of right now, it cannot be Tamlin–not because SJM is destroying his character, but because Tamlin’s character is reacting realistically with what we have seen of him in ACOTAR.  He does not talk; he freezes and withdraws.  Rhys, on the other hand, is the man in the arena. He is dynamic, always pushing forward, with a penchant for understanding fae (and human) psychology. He understands Feyre, and always has.  He knows how to comfort her and how to push her when she needs it.  In the excerpt, when Feyre is suffering and feels alone, she stares at the tattoo on her arm, particularly the eye: The eye that represents Rhys; the eye that sees her and her suffering, who understands her when she needs it most.  Rhys wasn’t on the sidelines or on the throne during her ordeals; he was right next to her, bleeding and fighting with her.  He didn’t want her to fight alone or die alone, and I think that will make all the difference for Feyre.

Just as she talked to him on the mountain at the end of ACOTAR, Feyre will probably continue to go to Rhys. He will be her source of comfort and catharsis as she heals and grows. This is why Rhys’s and Tam’s characterization is so important. SJM isn’t destroying one’s character to glorify the other; she is showing realistic character arcs. Also, considering how many YA books tend to gloss over trauma/PTSD, I applaud Sarah for incorporating realistic depictions of trauma and healing into her stories.  

Feyre needs someone who will help her heal and move forward, and it makes sense that that person will be the man who bled with her on the cracked marble floor Under the Mountain. This isn’t to say that I don’t hope that Tamlin will grow and find peace as well: I do hope those things. I just think that for Feyre, she will naturally be drawn to action rather than paralysis, for she is more like Rhys than Tam in this sense: she is not the woman on the throne looking from above, but rather the bloody women fighting in the mud with nothing but bones as her weapons.  She protects her loved ones and stands up for what she believes in, no matter the cost. Feyre is the woman in the arena, and her story is so much more than just love arcs. It’s important to remember that, and I look forward to seeing how she continues to grow as a character over the course of ACOMAF.   


“Why?” I asked.
     He knew what I meant, and shrugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”
     I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun.
     “Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine,
“I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”
     And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I’d told Tamlin the same thing. “Thank you,” I said, my throat tight.

Rhysand, you beautiful Illyrian high lord, you.

Okay so I finished reading A Court of Mist and Fury over the weekend and I just cannot get over Rhysand’s character complexities!!!!! It is driving me insane how wonderful and intricate and all of the above he is so I thought I would unleash all my feels on to tumblr. (WARNING: THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE WHATSOEVER)

So it all started with A Court of Thorns and Roses..

The little bits that we see in ACOTAR of Rhysand make him to be such an evil, arrogant, high-headed, and superior person as shown through his small encounters with Feyre during Calanmai and again at Tamlin’s house. Without knowing much about him then, we–the readers–automatically make Rhysand to be the bad guy because what we do get to see from him is exactly what he wants us to see. Rhysand knows how to push a person’s buttons. He knows how to make himself up to be this big bad wolf.

Rhysand ran an eye over me. “I knew you liked to stoop low with your lovers, Lucien, but I never thought you’d actually dabble with mortal trash.” My face burned. Lucien was trembling—with rage or fear or sorrow, I couldn’t tell. “The Lady of the Autumn Court will be grieved indeed when she hears of her youngest son. If I were you, I’d keep your new pet well away from your father.”

We meet Rhysand initially in this book and the parts that we see of him make him to be arrogant, conceited, and selfish. He’s not afraid to hurt and kill, and he seems to not care about anyone else’s well-being or agenda. He seems to be mischievous as he likes to tease and taunt others–holding a wicked kind of humor.

But then we get to see a little more of him through his interaction with Feyre during the trials. We see that though he projects himself to be all of the above, bits and pieces of who he really is escapes that mask he creates. He continues to help her but not without his constant insistence of this dark facade that he created. Feyre once said that Rhysand was the only thing keeping her together under the mountain, and though we don’t know it for sure yet, in actuality, this is because that’s who Rhysand is.

“What’s it doing?” the green-faced faerie whined again.

A deep, elegant voice replied this time. “She’s building a trap.” Rhysand.

“But the Middengard—”

“Relies on its scent to see,” Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. “And Feyre just became invisible.”

His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the worm.

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely. 

However, at this point, we only learn that he does care somewhat about other people. 

When Feyre finally arrives at the third trial, we see her getting tortured by Amarantha. Rhysand tries to help Feyre fight for her life by physically . 

“Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand.


Rhysand yelled my name again—yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everything, ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke.

Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat.

She lifted a hand—not even bothering to look—and he was blasted back by a wall of white light.

But the pain paused for a second, long enough for me to see him hit the ground and rise again and lunge for her—with hands that now ended in talons. He slammed into the invisible wall Amarantha had raised around herself, and my pain flickered as she turned to him.

At this point of the story we readers (or at least I) was confused at who he really was. Why was he risking his life so hard to help her? Was it because of his loyalty to his court? Was it because he wanted to break the curse and regain his powers? Was it because he grew fond of Feyre? What was it? We find ourselves questioning his character… What would make such an arrogant and self-absorbed high lord run the risk of saving Feyre? This question, however, is then “answered” and shoved away by the high lord himself as wanting to not be remembered as the bad guy but as someone who helped.

I stared at the nose I’d seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. “Why?” I asked.

He knew what I meant, and shrugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”

Now at the end of A Court of Thorns and Roses, Rhysand has now confused the heck out of me. When we first met him, he could be described as arrogant, as selfish, as evil and dark, but now, now it’s not as certain.

At the end of ACOTAR, Rhysand has become a mystery. Rhysand has shown himself to be loyal as not once did he leave Feyre to rot away under the mountain–he kept her alive and he kept her from breaking. That wicked sense of humor was still there, and though he was able to retrieve back his powers–once again reverting to his title of being the most powerful high lord in history–he really doesn’t not seem as scary. There is more of a gentleness and calmness surrounding him, and that’s what we end the book with.


Rhysand does not show up in this book until a few pages in. When he does show up, what we are left with at the end of ACOTAR about his character seems to be pretty legit. When it is Feyre and Tamlin’s wedding day, Feyre’s PTSD has caused her to have an explosion of emotions. These emotions were detected through the bond, and who comes to save her? Not her good friend Lucien, not her new friend Ianthe, or even her love Tamlin. It is Rhysand who appears.

I stiffened. “I didn’t ask for anything.”

His stare dipped to my left hand.

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off the glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he’d gotten both gloves off. “I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he’d tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. “I heard it loud and clear.”

After this part I’m like this guy really wants to help her. He really genuinely wanted to save her from her torment. Maybe because the emotions he got through the bond were so intense that he wanted them to stop, or because he was a really caring person who extends his hands to those who need it

He then begins to tell her what her mission to complete at the night court was going to be. At this point I’m like oh my what is it, and then he does this oh so squishy thing:

“What do you want with me? You said you’d tell me here. So tell me.”

Rhys leaned back in his chair, folding powerful arms that even the fine clothes couldn’t hide. “For this week? I want you to learn how to read.”

Rhysand knew how traumatized and shocked Feyre was after the second trial under the mountain. Her inability to read almost cost her Lucien’s life, her life, Tamlin’s life and many others. However, he knows that the only way to remedy this, is to face it head on. He demonstrates understanding, and most of all, he really truly extends his hands to help. Though he may tease someone about something, he understands where the boundaries are, when to stop, and when to extend a helping hand. 

Feyre later questions Rhysand’s character as well as she also is unable to read who he is and what he is about:

I blazed on, “Isn’t it enough that we’re all free?” I splayed my tattooed hand on the table. “By the end, I thought you were different, thought that it was all a mask, but taking me away, keeping me here … ” I shook my head, unable to find the words vicious enough, clever enough to convince him to end this bargain.

The second week Rhysand takes Feyre away and he comments disappointment at how she has been taking care of herself. He does this in a nonchalant kind of way at first. And then he says the thing that just absolutely breaks my heart and just tells me that he actually does care. He cares about whether she’s alive or if she’s okay.

He said quietly, “Because these days, all I hear through that bond is nothing. Silence. Even with your shields up rather impressively most of the time, I should be able to feel you. And yet I don’t. Sometimes I’ll tug on the bond only to make sure you’re still alive.” Darkness guttered. “And then one day, I’m in the middle of an important meeting when terror blasts through the bond. All I get are glimpses of you and him—and then nothing. Back to silence. I’d like to know what caused such a disruption.”

Rhysand doesn’t have to do these things, but he does because he cares. It is established that he really really cares. A LOT. 

I don’t want to get into too much of the book because my mind is jumbled, but throughout it’s entirety, Rhysand continues to shock Feyre, as what he wants the world to see, is not what he truly is. I might come back and add more quotes and stuff but from here on out I’ll just reference everything. 

We learn through his relationships with his inner circle that he’s outstandingly caring, he’s loyal, and he’s loving. Look at how he regards Azriel and Cassian as his brothers. How he loves Mor. How he looks after Amren.

Through his interactions with Feyre and how he always allows her to be free and to make her own choices, that he’s patient and understanding. He never pushes her and he allows her to be herself. He jokes with her, he teases her just like everyone else. He’s gentle. He doesn’t “push buttons”. He’s careful, he’s calm, and he’s thoughtful. He’s protective of his city, his family, his friends. And most of all, he’s selfless.

In ACOTAR Rhysand seems to be a nightmare. He appears himself to be the last person anyone wants arround. He’s dangerous, he’s selfish, he’s everything evil. He’s manipulative, and cunning. 

Later in ACOTAR Rhysand helps Feyre. He shows humility. He shows that he has a heart for people. He was caring and supportive. He was gentle. When he visits her and allows Feyre some of his own thoughts he was more vulnerable.

At the end we see this big powerful high lord who has a soft spot but think nothing too much of it.

In ACOMAF, Rhysand once again shows up to play his part as the big bad wolf except he has a harder time hiding behind his facade this time. 

Right at the smack beginning he tries to teach Feyre how to read. He supports her through trauma. He comforts her through her nightmares. He disagrees with her insecurities. He loves and he gives. 

 He’s still playful and a jokester. He’s confident and powerful and most of all, Rhysand is a ball of love. Love for Feyre, love for his family, and his city.


Rhysand begins to recount his perspective of what has happened. I can’t go too much in depth because I don’t think I could make it through without freaking out and crying. However, Rhysand begins to strip away all his walls, his facade and mask he’s been hiding behind. 

At this point of the story we learn that he doesn’t believe he’s worthy of anything. He’s insecure. He’s vunerable. And he’s broken.

And now we realize from all of those other parts of his character that we saw, some of it is real, and some of it is part of his mask.

Rhysand is just, ugh, what a character.

ANYWAYS OVERALL FOR NOW There’s so many layers to this man and I just cannot stop myself from loving this little squishy little cinnamon roll. 



Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.


I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken

I had beaten her until now, fairly or not, and I would not feel alone when I died. I would not die alone. It was all I could ask for. - ACOTAR Chapter 43. 


 “Why?” I asked.

He knew what I meant, and shrugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”

I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun.

“Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

Literally no comment needed. 


I stared at the nose I’d seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. “Why?” I asked.

He knew what I meant and shrugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”

conversation with my future child
  • offspring: mom, I was wondering, can you tell me about the war times?
  • me, looking up from my book with hardened eyes: ah, yes, I believe you are old enough child
  • me: *shifts over to child and puts hands on their shoulders*
  • me: it all started when korra hopped into a race car with asami...

“Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”

By @aelin-feyre-males

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→ male characters [2/5]: Rhysand (a court of thorns and roses).

I stared at the nose I’d seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. “Why?” I asked.
He knew what I meant, and shurugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.”
I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun.
“Because,” he went on his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.