margin-right:0in">Another body found.

The call did not come as a surprise to me, but it caused guilt to surface. I had taken the demon’s arm in the fight, but the wound had not been mortal. I could have caught, and most likely killed the him, at the cost of Veronica’s life. She would have bled out before I made it back, and my ability to heal did not include the ability to resurrect the dead. My choice to save her life cost someone else theirs.

Guilt.  

An utterly useless emotion. And not one I often wallowed in. Guilt was a hideous creature with a voracious appetite. The more it was fed, the more it consumed until it left its host inert, or rushing into rash behavior to elevate the pangs. Typically to dire results that perpetuated the cyc...

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