Gospel of Blood

I'm so sorry, mom. It was my fault; you asked me to look after Mina, and I failed you. I failed myself. I broke the promise I made seventeen years ago, on the day dad left. I was only five at the time, yet I still feel it was the most solemn promise I ever made. I would look after Mina, no matter what. I would always be there. And then I failed her, when she needed me most.

I should never have left home. I should have survived the Plague, so I could return and take care of Mina. That was my duty. But she was on longer a child, and my future was on the line. I thought it safe; it would only last a year. Now it will last for all eternity. Mina's ravaging spirit has broken free, and now no one can stop that swirl of frozen death. No one but me. But I cannot stop it either. Not anymore.

Death, death, where is thy sting? Grave thy victory?