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More harm than good

What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that when I'm away, I won't be able to save her and when I'm there, she'll need saving. Simultaneously, I'm killing her, leaving her open to an attack that could have been prevented if I offered her advice on what to watch out for or trained her for when the circumstance arises. Yet, I know that the greatest thing she'll need saving from is none other than... me. "When you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." Is this not what I would do to her? The hatred, killings, and secrets can't remain hidden when you've taken a front row seat to be observed. So, tell me... was it worth it turning around on his knees, laid bare a Henry, pale in skin with no sound of thumping nor exhalations. A cold, grim reaper-like shudder pulsed throughout his body at the sight before him. Crying on the dead corpse that could no longer be called Henry, he lifted his head and looked me dead in the eyes. This blackness is what lies beneath in our souls. His eyes were carved out of the sockets and if you stared into them, it was none other than the very abyss I had talked about. I was staring back... at me.

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Book: Shattered Sighs