Don't be a baby about this. No tantrums.
Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
You havenโt changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.
So eager for eternal damnation.
Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.
He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting natureโor rather mob justiceโtake its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.