I follow your blood trail not for vengeance sake, for vengeance is a concept for weak minds, yet for the protection of all that I love and am sworn to protect ever more.
Trails should be of the earth, crafted by happy feet whom dance its path for joy. Only in such a broken world could they ever be of blood.
Following the blood trail I was Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead, until at its end the box would open.
All I could do was pray that come the end of the bloody trail my baby would still be living.
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