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There’s no end to it. It’s probably been going on like this for centuries. War, blood, death, vengeance, start from the beginning and do it all over again. I whisper, “What if there was another way?” “Another way for what?” “To get closure. What if you could do it without violence?” His hand falls still on my back. When he speaks, his voice is surprisingly hard. “Closure is an American idea. A fantasy. There’s no such thing. When someone you love is murdered, that scar never heals.” I lift my head and gaze into his eyes. “So then revenge doesn’t really help.” “It’s not about help. It’s about restitution. Balancing the scales.” “So you believe that if you kill Declan in retaliation for Mikhail, the scales will be balanced?” “Yes.” My reply is as soft as his is forceful. “Except yo
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