It’s not surprising that it turned out like this. Her weakness always was that she took things too much at face value. Whether good or bad, she tended to trust the appearance of things. She had faith in people. And I idolized her because her innocent eyes allowed her to view me free of imperfection. It’s ironic that the very same thing that could have saved me, is the same thing that relegated me to this doomed situation. Ironic, perhaps, but not surprising.
This curse is killing me. I see no difference if I go to hell. I am already damned.