i looked once more at her picture. she looked dead, like all life had faded away, i felt nothing no love or hate.. i pity her, she will never be free of the hell that we came from, all i have suffered i faced, she wont ever have my strength. a part of me may always be that scared kid and i accept this, let that child stay in me forever so i may know the price of evil unchallenged. should i ever see such abominations again you have my word, i will rise up with every strength within me and swiftly cut them down.

ditto