Jane remained in her chair, thinking about justice. About how the dead never benefited from it. For them, it always comes too late.
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Cross me, and I will massacre you and everyone you love.
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That’s what I like about you. You’re not afraid to admit you’re afraid.
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are merely shells, that whatever constituted a soul was fleeting and easily extinguished
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Never to blame themselves. Not to feel guilty. Because we bear responsibility for our own actions alone. Not for anyone else’s.
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It was the questions she could not answer that troubled her. The motives, the secret torments that drove human beings to kill strangers or take their own lives.
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you lose your family, you lose everything
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People don’t look out for each other. They only look out for themselves