Conversations like this

Windows; a short story, I hear
One that has lingered for years
It makes me cackle and sober
Let an apology ring through and true
To the collateral damage of rebellion;
Mine. My misalignment and madness
Accept an olive branch, fragranced
Dripping with oil at your feet.
The rebel forgets her deed,
None of which was intended to hurt.

Hybrid, the actual Godfactorr