“I have killed so many,” he murmured. “Don’t you know that it’s too late for me? Don’t you realize that if there is anything but oblivion after this life, I am well and truly damned?” “But wasn’t it Dickens who said ‘I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in this world.’ Look at this, Christopher.” She turned her gaze to encompass the shattered, splintered casualties of his rage strewn about the marble floor like fallen soldiers. “This is proof that, despite what you think, you have the ability to feel, and to do so is not always pleasant, I know,
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