Michelle Hendricks’s Reviews > The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle > Status Update

Blackheath was meant to rehabilitate us, but bars can’t build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains. This place pinches out the hope in people, and without that hope what use is love or compassion or kindness? Blackheath speaks to the monster in us, and I have no intention of indulging mine any longer. It’s had free reign long enough. (Gold/Aiden)

I know this makes you squeamish, that you don’t have the stomach for it. I was the same, but I know longer have the time to tiptoe around my ethics. I can end this tonight and I mean to, so don’t measure me by how tightly I cling to my goodness, measure me by what I’m willing to sacrifice that you might cling to yours. If I fail, you can always try another way. (Coleridge to Dance)

We are never more ourselves and when we think people aren’t watching. Don’t you realize that? It doesn’t matter if Stanwin’s alive tomorrow; you murdered him today. You murdered a man cold blood.
(Dance to Coleridge)

I’d been hoping to find an inscription or letter concealed inside, but the Bible is empty of wisdom. Clutching it in both hands, I make a clumsy attempt at prayer, hoping to rekindle whatever faith I once possessed, but the entire endeavor feels like foolishness. Religion has abandoned me along with everything else.