Last to Die

Jane remained in her chair, thinking about justice. About how the dead never benefited from it. For them, it always comes too late.

Cross me, and I will massacre you and everyone you love.

That’s what I like about you. You’re not afraid to admit you’re afraid.

are merely shells, that whatever constituted a soul was fleeting and easily extinguished

Never to blame themselves. Not to feel guilty. Because we bear responsibility for our own actions alone. Not for anyone else’s.

It was the questions she could not answer that troubled her. The motives, the secret torments that drove human beings to kill strangers or take their own lives.

you lose your family, you lose everything

People don’t look out for each other. They only look out for themselves