God I wish I could kill him. Who's him? The one who raped her. Who's her? She's mine. That's the problem. Only it happened before she entered my sphere. And so a technicality arises. Only she can claim justice. Only she. Yet she refuses to, her sympathies for the thing that coiled her hold her back from the final judgement. DEARH! The crowd chanted. DEARH!!!! But she could not, for the weakness in her bade to itself that which it would find in its own like. And so the tragedy unfolds, the falling of an angel. /vent