[ oh, the sad confessions of a martyr needing absolution. or perhaps her hands in whatever haunts her is truly bloody.
he can't say he doesn't relate. (he thinks of all that has happened to him, his eyes dropping to study the space before him; what useless wretchedness he brought into the world with existence, and the horrors he's wrought on it in vengeance.) ]
You've hurt others. [ it comes quiet, more truth than question. ]
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he can't say he doesn't relate. (he thinks of all that has happened to him, his eyes dropping to study the space before him; what useless wretchedness he brought into the world with existence, and the horrors he's wrought on it in vengeance.) ]
You've hurt others. [ it comes quiet, more truth than question. ]