[ It feels ill-begotten, to have anyone confessing anything to him that's not won or beaten out of somebody. But his is a violence nurtured by necessity and he metes it with the same intention. Forgiveness is less practiced, the urge to give it weak in his throat. He breathes it out, the sound of it catching and flickering. ]
Show me one person who always gets it right. [ Not a dare, but a quiet insistence on the idea of it, pressed like hope into the harsh lines of his body— that no one is without fault. ] And I'll show you a miracle.
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Show me one person who always gets it right. [ Not a dare, but a quiet insistence on the idea of it, pressed like hope into the harsh lines of his body— that no one is without fault. ] And I'll show you a miracle.