“I feel it, I feel my thin morals dissolving. I feel my flimsy, moth-eaten skin of humanity begin to come apart, and with it, the veil keeping me from complete darkness. There are no lines I won't cross. No illusions of mercy.
I wanted to be better for her. For her happiness. For her future.
But if she's gone, what good is goodness?
- Warner”
―
Tahereh Mafi,
Defy Me