William blankly stared at me.
“Just like that?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Just like that,” I said, smiling, still pleased with myself. “It was such a kick ass argument. One that had earned me my freedom.”
“But it"s so simple,” William said.
I nodded again.
“It is, and still it took me five years to see it. Existentialism, logic, a cool head, everything he had taught me. But that argument had nothing to do with logic or ethics. This had everything to do with control. It had to do with me picking myself up off the floor and fighting. I was under my half-brother"s fist all over again. My father was rejecting me all over again. I was chained to Joe"s bed all over again. This was me accepting rejection and standing against them all for the sake of me. Was the argument easy? Yes. Simple, in fac
