I think I deserved death.
And that death was coming nineteen years too late. The whole of my existence was a mistake. Without meaning to, I had stolen from Flourescent. I had stolen from the Sanctuary.
But what made today special? Why had the universe planned this day as the day to submerge me with mind-blowing discoveries just to kill me at the end of it all? Well, very soon it would not matter. Maybe Maude and Riza were clumsy. Maybe Maultner would never have carried out his threat of riddling me with silver bullets. But Flourescent? Flourescent would never miss. Her weapon of contempt would cut right through. So, I closed my eyes when she brought it down with all her might. I accepted my fate.
