I never think much about those left behind after I kill. It's too easy for me to just move on without a second thought. There's only a few I still think about.
You don't try to think about them. You don't consider the idea that when you kill someone, that ripples beyond just that single person. It's frustrating how dismissive you are of the damage you do.
Try? There's no point in me trying, not when I can't miraculously make myself feel guilt about what I've done. I've given up trying to force myself to see something I'm physically incapable of.
For someone who is getting so invested in my fucking life, it's a little difficult for me to reckon with the idea that you have no interest in assessing the damage you've caused.
What do you want me to do then? Try to make amends? Balance out the scale? We both know there's nothing that makes up for taking a life. Not even saving another.
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