I think what rips me up the most isn't that I never had a chance to save them. It's that I had every chance to save them - every day for six years. Somehow I had convinced myself it was easier to eat a bullet than it was to learn how to give two shits about someone else.
But what's out there now, it's not them. It's the Marker. And my one chance at redemption is to stop it.
And if everything goes right, it will be the last thing I ever do.