04-30-2011, 01:05 PM
"...And my mother made me who I was. I...am sorry. My mother may have made me, but it was still my actions that caused you pain. And I promise that someday, I will make it up to you..." King looked down at the ground, the hate in her voice stinging like a bad wound. "Have you thought of a name for her?" He asked, referring to the girl.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.