“No,” Hastings said, more firmly than I had ever heard him address me. “I’m not who I was before. I’m…I think I’m a criminal now. My soul has been darkened and it won’t ever turn pure again.” I glanced at Cain who rolled his eyes unhelpfully. “You haven’t broken any laws,” I said slowly. “You aren’t a criminal-” “It’s in my soul,” Hastings replied, running his hands through his blonde hair and tugging on his fringe so that it fell forward to shadow his eyes. “Look at me. I’m a completely different man now.”
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