'Blood Flowers'

If you should call me by any other name, call me Justice. Remember the time when I asked you to choose one of us; just one of us and you couldn't? Justice or Charity, like it wasn't even a question. I was staring out my room's window when I had asked you that, into the graveyards scattered all around, without much thought. And then the other night when I was slouching over the table we shared and didn't really drink that much, you asked me the same thing, well almost: why, why not you. It has always been like this; while I'm often unmoved by anything, you're too passionate. Perhaps things would be different if we would finally come to understand what we know. Did you feel how cold I was? I was tired from all the wanting. I still am.