“And while you worked to manipulate me, you were killing all these innocent people because you believed your life was more important than theirs.” When I turn back to him, he doesn’t deny it. A mask of resignation covers his face, and sadness glistens in those silver eyes. No, not sadness. That’s what he wants me to see, and I won’t be manipulated. Not anymore. I swallow hard, but it does nothing to push down the ache in my chest. “Did you kill them all?” “No, but enough.” He walks to the first coffin and gently presses his fingertips to the glass as he studies the woman inside. “Too many.”
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tell me why even after all of this
I still like him
guys be honest do I need therapy
