He can't do think. He can't keep up the rage. He doesn't have the strength. Not any more. He's been justifying his life, his choices for too long.
His sisters are alive. That's all that even matter. No-one can make him feel guilty for that.
He hugs himself, feeling bile rising in his throat. He falls back into the grass, sitting down heavily. "If you want to hurt me for what I use to do, just do it."
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Date: 2017-05-28 07:02 am (UTC)His sisters are alive. That's all that even matter. No-one can make him feel guilty for that.
He hugs himself, feeling bile rising in his throat. He falls back into the grass, sitting down heavily. "If you want to hurt me for what I use to do, just do it."