GIDEON
I’ve seen so many people die in my life. Most have been killed in my hands, and not a lot of it I really feel remorse for. And yet, seeing Kara’s life slip away just like that made me feel fear I’ve never felt before. I was terrified, even more than the time I attacked her because then I had someone to blame. I could blame and hate myself for the rest of my awfully long life. There was an outlet somehow. But who do I blame if she really died earlier? Do I just hate the world for taking the life of the woman I adore more than I should be and the unborn child in her womb?
It’s unfair. It’s always been unfair.
Seeing Kara alive again brought comfort I never thought I needed. There was no guarantee that it wouldn’t happen again, but damn it, why should the world take the good people
