“Sometimes all you need to make sense of things is to just be alone. I truly was alone, as no one understood me.”

Sitting alone to think and having nobody who understands you are two different states, and they turned up together. The second one hurt. Every conversation Innocent had at the time proved again that the people near him were not going to follow where he was going. What he found later is that the same fact had a use. Once you know you are walking your road alone, other people’s opinions lose most of their grip. A vision tends to belong to one person anyway.