"I know that you love me and anyone capable of love is capable of being saved." My dead heart clenched at that. Oh, Caroline. There is no redemption or salvation for me; I've given up the notion long ago. What God would grant mercy to me, Caroline, when I've offered none? I know it's impossible, my deeds unforgivable, but you make me wish, no dream, for the impossible. For to be with you is to ruin you. Loving you is the most selfish thing I have ever done because no good will come of it. Though I know this, I cannot stop. Save me Caroline; save me from myself.