...I wish I could say something it was abstract as coincidence, or God, or destiny, that left me trapped in my own birdcage.

[How many times had they almost convinced themself to leave, but hesitated at the last moment because what if Battler came back or what if George proposed or what if Jessica realized? How many times had they sat down in the VIP room like Kinzo surely must've done, staring down the ticking hands of the clock and the gold both and knowing there was nothing truly keeping them on Rokkenjima?]

But even after the people who appointed themselves my guardians had me fulfill my "purpose..." It was me who built the bars.