Mitchell
Lady Catherine she was called. I'm pretty sure she either wanted to stake me or...well... Either way it didn't come to that. I betrayed her, she took a chance at trusting I would do the right thing for once and obviously that didn't happen.
Even in the depths of desperation, there was something in me that wanted to surrvive, even knowing what would eventually happen, ...because the problem is, it always happens. I should by all rights ask you to stake me now but I won't, he won't.
We strive for something, a chance to be more than we were made, better than what we are. Is that really so wrong of us?