Chapter Two - Compassion
It's comforting to think you make your own decisions.
That you control your fate.
We're born into our lives.
Or we're made.
Regardless, you are who you are, what you do.
Killing is killing.
Doesn't matter why.
Doesn't matter if you're sorry or promise to never kill again.
You can't control the need.
The hunger.
Lenore tried and failed.
You will too.
It's just a matter of time.
Compassion is blind faith,
Ignorance and hope.
I can't afford that luxury.
Can't take that risk.
I have a responsibility.
To not let it happen again.
To end it before it begins.
The End
bjxmas
October 2011
I love Dean's certainty, how he always seems able to see beyond what's expected and hold firm to his own beliefs. It is so much harder when you care. But I hope he never shuts down his empathy, even if it does make his job so damn difficult, taking on their pain as his own and bearing that guilt.
I love the discussion Supernatural fosters, the debates on the right and wrong of it, and where it all might lead. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for stopping by, B.J.