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It's the strangest thing. The strangest, damnedest thing. I think maybe it's the idea of a lady-- any lady-- in trouble that does it, but I can't not want to help. I can't have someone hanging onto me telling me her own son wants her dead, and not want it to be better, and-- it just seems right, to do what you can, doesn't it? But it seems like it can't be. It can't be right when the person clinging onto you is only warm because she's got your blood in her, and when you find there's blood on your shirt from her tears later, and the reason her son wants to kill her is because he wanted to be human and she turned him back.
And it can't be right when . . .
Well. Anyway. It's a fine mess I'm getting myself into. It really is.