“Kill you faster?” His eyebrows rose in surprise as he took one last long drag of his cigarette. “Smoking helps, usually.” Ciaran joked. “Listen, I’m not sure what you want me to do - short of trying to smother you to death with a pillow, I don’t think I could kill you any faster.”

❝Ah, but you are the child who is stepping in feces. Of course I would not stop you, it is not my desire to. Overwhelming failure and the self loathing indulgence that follows will always be my aim for such a petulant boy.❞