“You’re good, kind,” he wheezes. "But not me. You know what I do. Today I am, tomorrow I will be caught. I live in the shadows, I walk in blood."
"But you love me, right?"
"Right."
Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone. This is a thrill...
“You’re good, kind,” he wheezes. "But not me. You know what I do. Today I am, tomorrow I will be caught. I live in the shadows, I walk in blood."
"But you love me, right?"
"Right."
Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone. This is a thrill...