They keep telling me there is nothing I could have done. They say that I couldn't have stopped it from happening, as if that is supposed to make me feel better.
As if the fact that horrible things happen and there is no way to prevent them should come as a comfort to me.
There is evil in this world, and you can either ignore it, attempt to banish it, or try to save those you love from it.
There is no correct choice.
You will fail, regardless.
The harshness of reality hits like it's holding a grudge against mankind.