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[lefthertainted]

When I was six, my older sister shoved me down a hill into a pile of broken glass because I could play the violin better than she could. The glass caused severe lacerations on my face and I also broke my arm.

I've always told people that the scars on my face were because of an "accident", but in reality the only accidental part about it was that my sister wasn't expecting the broken beer bottles to be there.

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[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

There's a part of us that will always be connected to our parents, even if we don't want to be.

You felt remorse, when you killed. He didn't. That makes you different. I think I cling to my guilt because it does separate me from my father.

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[lefthertainted]

I think that connection is perhaps a little bit more literal in my case than most.

...not always. I've never felt bad about killing my father. Not even a little.

I think the more pertinent difference between my father and I is that I believe in the ideals of honor and duty, even if I'm perfectly willing to compromise either of both of them if necessary. He never believed in anything outside of himself.

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[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

Do you think there's still... a link?

There's a difference though. I never felt bad about any of the men I had to kill, because they were a threat to others. It's the innocent lives I still mourn.

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[lefthertainted]

Not so much a link as...more like an echo, I suppose.

Communication to the various dwelling places of the dead is definitely not within my skill set. I'm not really even all that good with earth-bound spirits. I'm perfectly happy to leave all of that the the spiritualists, mediums, and exorcists. Dealing with the living is bad enough, in my opinion.