"Is that blood?" She asked me, her eyes growing wide as they looked at the blood that crusted my knuckles. "Yeah," I answered. She raised her eyes to my face and swallowed before asking another question. "Is it yours?" "No."
“...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.” ― Mary Oliver