And it feels like, finally.
And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.
The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.
Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.
And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.
Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.