In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way.

About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices.

Don't believe in God. Love the world just the way it is.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.