....I would've felt like I...could've saved more of them.
[Is his answer. But then again, what good could that have done? So ten flowers would've been destroyed instead of twenty. But then that Ring would've had more fodder for their experiments. More children would be turned into monsters.]
[In the end, nothing....would've changed.]
[He lets his hand be played with, leaning toward to press his forehead a little against hers, nose nuzzling against the side of her head. An angel to listen to the troubles of an old ghost who's lost in hell.]
...I lost that faith, is the problem. How do you do it? See tomorrow with such bright eyes?
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[Is his answer. But then again, what good could that have done? So ten flowers would've been destroyed instead of twenty. But then that Ring would've had more fodder for their experiments. More children would be turned into monsters.]
[In the end, nothing....would've changed.]
[He lets his hand be played with, leaning toward to press his forehead a little against hers, nose nuzzling against the side of her head. An angel to listen to the troubles of an old ghost who's lost in hell.]
...I lost that faith, is the problem. How do you do it? See tomorrow with such bright eyes?