Roger had felt like that before. Like what if he'd met April injection for injection, tied every tourniquet for her, held her hand through every nightmare. Maybe then she wouldn't have felt so lost, so alone...
But he knew that wasn't why she'd done it. Lonely wasn't what she felt when she'd dragged Roger's dull razor over her arms. Lonely was something Roger could have quieted.
"Just because there's an angel up your ass doesn't mean that God's looking out for you," Roger said, taking a deep breath. "I actually feel more comfortable thinking there's not a God. Then there isn't someone to answer to for all this. My point is, the island wasn't a reward any more than this was a punishment. People come and go. People you love." He clasped Dean on the shoulder gently. "I did a lot of shit when Brian disappeared, but I never blamed myself. It's happened too many times to too many people for there to be a pattern."
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Date: 2009-07-20 04:02 am (UTC)But he knew that wasn't why she'd done it. Lonely wasn't what she felt when she'd dragged Roger's dull razor over her arms. Lonely was something Roger could have quieted.
"Just because there's an angel up your ass doesn't mean that God's looking out for you," Roger said, taking a deep breath. "I actually feel more comfortable thinking there's not a God. Then there isn't someone to answer to for all this. My point is, the island wasn't a reward any more than this was a punishment. People come and go. People you love." He clasped Dean on the shoulder gently. "I did a lot of shit when Brian disappeared, but I never blamed myself. It's happened too many times to too many people for there to be a pattern."