I can't help but feel that the wrong sister died.
Before I meet Rosette, the nicest thing that anyone could say about me was that I was a con-artist. While I would never go as far to say that I'm a nice person ... I'd like to think that my actions generally are of some benefit to the community of which I'm a part.
The early portion of my life, a single virtue was instilled in me. Power was all that mattered. With power you could do what you wished, and no one could stop you.
Ultimately I left that life behind as soon as I was able, but as with everything ... some times things stay with you.
Even after, I choose to leave my family ... I was a lot of things. A thief, a whore, a liar, a killer, a witch... but none of them were me.
Although I never told her, she without a doubt changed the trajectory of my life... for the better. Like only a sister could, she introduced me to myself, albeit she did so with a swift kick and rightious fury ... like the nun that she was.
Now I find myself without her... and I'm left to wondering where I'll go next.
It's not Jimmy's fault... but I can't quel my desire to see him suffer and die.
I guess my fear is that, without my sister I'll return to being who I was ...