<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>"We're all human to some degree.  Some of us just forget.  All the men of the world today have forgotten the faces of their fathers.  I've tried hard enough to remember mine, but sometimes, I too forget.  Half of humanity is the shit end of the stick.  Some of us get it, but the real unlucky ones become it.  I believe you can work your way to the other side, and coming clean with everything was a damn fine place to start."<br/><br/>This wasn't the Terrence that the skies knew, this wasn't the hard-edged and bitter man that had let so many die and shunned everyone.  This was the Terrence that used to exist, the Terrence that started out as the good doctor standing on the good end, before his scales were tipped and he hit the proverbial jagged rocks below.<br/><br/>"I took the same step last night.  It's only fair on you that you should do the same."<br/>Terrence went to turn away and keep going, letting silence fill in what remained, but he turned to her, and rather cryptically, but with an air of clarity, he spoke back to her, "We're each others bible.  We'll keep one and other living for something."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">For better of for worse, we all need to live for something.  It's what makes a short life of mortality only just bearable.</span></div></blockquote>