Why did he sacrifice his humanity for a worthless cause?
Why did he trade in his innocence for the taste of blood?
Why do I spend many days regretting what I created, and what I could have just turned aside?
Why? Why did you let such a boy suffer, and yet, let him live?
I truly regret what I have done, influenced, and become part of.
If only I could take it back, I would. Since I can't, I won't.
If only.
A.N: From whoever's point of view (whichever character you think it is), it could be a few people actually. Anyways, review! By the way, no one reviewed for my story Run Little Birdie, Run. I'm disappointed.