Submitting to the clutches of damnation, he abruptly visioned an eternity of red through the eyes of which he suffered a life of tragic darkness. He had clutched on to that one, un-resounding act of rage and, in desperation, clutched onto the one hope of redeeming himself in the eyes of the other damned. This precious resolution that he sought transformed, eventually, from that of family love to a struggle to force himself into the eyes of redemption.
It was not a crime of vengeance-rather, a plea for renewed sanity.
And yet, all of this had a solution that lay just beyond his capacity; What had kept him from severing the chord around his neck was merely human passion.