I Hate It...

Wincing, Riven clenches her hand over her eyes. "Next... year?"

I finally step forward. "What about the rabies? She needs to be treated, otherwise she won't even live to the end of the month."

"If death has decided to nestle itself between the chinks of her moral armor, then death is inevitable."

How can he say that?

How can he just let his daughter die?

Clenching my teeth and fist, I stomp forward.

"Graves! Dont!" Crying out through her pained screams, she reaches out.

"I assume I don't have to warn you, but you know what will happen if you are to share your experience with the outside world."

"If that's the case, why did you show us any of this?"

"It's as I said; my wife was a fan of yours, I though perhaps having you watch, having you interfere would feel as though a part of her would still be a live, a part of her to scold me for my actions."