I Didn't Want The Life That Made

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

Who Are You And What Have You Done With My Brother?

His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It?

We're A Bit Sensitive To Blood Around Here. I'm Sure You Can Understand That.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.