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20 December 2007 @ 04:47 pm
The evil that men do lives after them;
the good is oft interred in their bones.

-- William Shakespeare

Adelaide's children are in danger, and the one thing that's predominantly ceased to exist within me might be the only thing that can help save them.

You died because you believed that the world needed me more than it needed you. Ever since that night I always thought it was bullshit. This is one of the reasons why. You knew how to do this, to harness that power. I've seen it, and I know it, because you've healed me in ways that no one could. And now you're gone, and I'm left with this, and I don't even have the strength to hate you for it because I loved you too damned much.

I'll find a way.