In my stories... I stop, before the damage is final. I stop before the little toys get the hell that's coming to them.

I stop.

Merciful.

Fucking KIND.

*chuckles softly*

Ahh, but I am writing this one.

*bows gracefully* I'm back, and I see no reason to be kind. It's a waste of time, yes?

So I get to write.

And if I can hang on long enough... why stop with writing?