555. The grievous choice

555 (a). The grievous choice

Alas that the time has come for me to make the grievous choice. How does one weigh the life of one companion ‘gainst another? I thought I was ready, I thought I knew, but… but this isn’t a choice  between good or bad, it is all wrong choices and not one right. I can but choose which wrong choice feels the least wrong.

555 (b). The grievous choice

And as I watch the repercussion of my choice in fretful anguish, my heart beating in my chest like wooden thunder, a voice whispers to my stained conscience… ‘You must rescue me.  And I, in turn, must rescue you.’

555 (c). The grievous choice


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