He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course.When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn.All this I could hear in those three words.
Stephenie Meyer
He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course.When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn.All this I could hear in those three words.