Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop." I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, "The only people who never hurt are dead." The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, "I don't understand." I answered, "I don't either." A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.
Jim ButcherEvery soul is special. Theyโre all beautiful. Theyโre all far more significant than anyone on this rock realizes. I think when people are at their best, theyโre acting in accordance with their soul. The ones who have gone bad donโt have bad souls. Theyโve just given up on keeping in touch with them.
Jim Butcher