|| the experience of survival is the key ||

It was necessary.

The necessity of sacrifice.
To its ends.

Guilt, yes.
In that it was done.
In that I did it.

Damnation, perhaps.

But it was not in vain.
Will not be.

Sacrifices.

Mine.
Theirs.

But the taste of it.

Tiariel. I promised you.

...

I can touch nothing.
Not like this.

I am far from unique today.

[ooc: Somebody's rather bloody today, Distinctly butcher-like. It's rather unpleasant to have it all over one's mouth too. ...I wonder if angel blood sparkles or anything...]