Poor you, who fell into my trap. What is compassion when what drives you is your basic survival instinct? Does the spider feel sorry for the fly caught in its web? You had the whole sky to fly in, and you decided to go through the only place that would clip your wings. Where destiny brings us together in a special relationship: prey and predator. Now you will cease to exist to become part of something greater: me. Welcome to the place where your remains will rest eternally. Smile, you are about to die.