if i could kill you i would. i wouldn't save you for world fame. not even the feintest of retribution could persuade me to lay a saving hand on you. i would rather my own. but when the bullets take on knives. reformation in action. allow me the time. remorse for not. unending perfidy. such disgust. and now i've drowned again beneath my very own ashes of self moral. allow me the time. not for remorse...