This story may never have an ending. I can see nothing except a dark shadow covering me, and feel that Death shall come for me soon. As one of the last free people I thought my duty was clear. But how can I help those who do not wish for any? They are happy in their conforming, little society. I thought myself to have saved her. Given back a life. This is how I've been repayed? Tears for a lost "perfection" and violence. She had caught me unawares, which I thought I never was. I never would have believed that she would do this to me for saving her soul.
