Irina: I saw him there, a man with an iron face. but behind that mask, a shaky tower. a king trapped in his own disgrace. a loner, addicted to perverted power. he put it to use, as the world has come to know by breaking the Charter, the rules of our game. his imperial dream has become a horror show. God did not grant him mandate to kill in His name. Mass graves in Bucha, Mariupol destroyed. Children deported, dirty weapons deployed. well, I need not go on. The crimes are many, his excuses none. God has sent me not to judge but to bring light where darkness reigns. I saw his contemplation behind his grudge. Will his pride be amongst the mortal remains?
