Juvenile Fledgling
even though your crimes are punishable by law and substantial in size I can't help but feel pity for your life as if peering into the nest of a helpless newborn bird I feel nothing more than a compassionate sympathy and perhaps a motherly responsibility to step in if the opportunity arose knowing nothing without it's mother lost, alone, and educated only by fear with eyes seeing such a limited view you've proved yourself to be capable of nothing more than self preservation and for that, and that alone, I leave you be until the day comes that you choose to leave the nest or overstep the ledge and require maternal wings to intervene I'll watch gather materials and continue to ready myself in the name of maturing only one can remain in the naivety of shortsightedness as there isn't enough room in that prison for two but the sky, the sky is limitless and flying, flying high, is freedom