Death is your art; you make it with your hands. "If I don't...stop them first, they'll get to someone I care about. Or even someone I don't care about. It doesn't matter. Children end up on those drafts, Spike. If something happened to one of them 'cause I got cold feet...?"
Well. Self-forgiveness would be less than forthcoming. She didn't need to tell him that.
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Death is your art; you make it with your hands. "If I don't...stop them first, they'll get to someone I care about. Or even someone I don't care about. It doesn't matter. Children end up on those drafts, Spike. If something happened to one of them 'cause I got cold feet...?"
Well. Self-forgiveness would be less than forthcoming. She didn't need to tell him that.