So this is how it goes, then? First one, then the other. I shouldn't be surprised. I shouldn't be. They've gone back to what we're supposed to do. It's better this way.


Or that's what I'd like to believe. What good am I if I can't keep them safe? I shouldn't be worrying, but I am. I... should have gone with them, forced them to stay, something. Anything but this. I'm no good to anyone here, and hoping that everything will work out... I know our work too well. I was never supposed to be the last.

"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
Harriet Beecher Stowe

I found this while looking through one of the books in the library here, and was wondering what your thoughts on the matter might be.