And then Father, the Rapture dream was over. You taught me that evil is just a word: under the skin, it's simple pain. For you, mercy was victory. You sacrificed, you endured and when given the chance, you forgave. Always. Mother believed this world was irredeemable. But she was wrong, Father. We are Utopia. You and I. And in forgiving, we left the door open for her" - Eleanor
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