..."condemnation is a luxury for passive observers" said the man straightening his back, moving his muscular shoulders back a bit more and lifting up his chin. Margaret looked up at his pale and narrow face with black as coal hair that hanged in ringlets falling gently on his forehead. "My son," she mumbled "I don't recognize you any longer. What have you become?" 
 Alexander looked up at her without saying a word. His dark blue eyes were shining in the dim light of a candle his mother held in her dry yet firm hand that dare not to shake. 
 The man licked his lower lip and smiled: "There are things you should not worry about mon cherie. I will take my leave but before I go, oh my dear mother know I loved you but also know... Your son was gay. Farewell" 
 Margaret kept silent and just watched as her sun dashed away into a dark corridor while his black as night cloak rustled gently in the dark. She had nothing to say.