He wouldn’t take any shortcuts, no easy way out. Death would be too easy. Living on without David was a punishment worse than any Hell envisioned by any religion. His sentence was harsh, but just. To live, and to suffer. For the rest of his days, until he too returned to ash, after a million torturous days. He had an ocean of blood to clean up, thousands of lives to avenge. He didn’t have to find David’s killer, though. His killer stared back at him from the mirror every day.
