Tag: disgust, fantasy, fear, madelyn, medieval, mother, pathetic, pessimism, peter-david, regret, resolution, sir-apropos-of-nothing, weakness

The battered and pathetic thing that represented any claim to conscience I might have had turned away from me in disgust. Oddly, I couldn’t blame it. I was disgusted myself. Disgusted at my weakness and my lack of resolution, at my refusal to see justice through in the name of the woman who had borne me.