I am sorry for being so weak. I will always love you…” Arin whispers back to his family without facing them again, “But this Detrelli, this devil… it will never touch another person … never again… Not a single death will go unaccounted for, I promise you both… I promise…” ↗
I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people. But it could be an abject failure to myself. I will not have earned death. ↗