What should I be celebrating? The fact that I get to grow up to be a monster?

[He's angry and bitter. His tone melts through his numbness and he begins to feel enraged. Merlin, he hates that he has to live with this burden on his shoulders and everyone around him gets to celebrate as if nothing ever happened.]

Would you be celebrating if some bint wrote a book where you betrayed your best friends, killing them, attempting to murder their infant son, and throwing one mate in the worst prison imaginable while cowardly running away? Let me drown in sugar. At least it tastes good.