Those against whom I fought, those with whom I fought together - everyone is against me! The Brian aborigines want to finish me off, the Surveillance Service wants to shoot me. And I’m also being hunted by my personal mortal enemy, and the sectarians, decorated with a tattoo in the form of a clawed paw, are hostile - what the latter need, where I crossed their path is completely unclear. I didn’t want to return to this meat grinder, and if it weren’t for my daughter’s illness, I would stay at home.