A fairy tale. There was once a woman who gave her life to a great purpose. Then she got hit.
You might think justice would prevail. Not a chance.
What’s left is fighting back, whatever it takes.
And then, the satisfaction of luxuriating in the victory.
Once you’ve scraped it off, there’s always the usufruct:
What don’t you understand about Bar-Bari-Ans? We’re Celts, dude. What do you think Boudica did after slaughtering Romans for a day? Use your imagination.