♚ - a memory of something paranormal
Absolution was supposed to feel good. It was supposed to stop the guilt that tried to eat at him from a steel cage of a locked up memories, but when Jim still thought about that town, he still felt the same guilt he had felt in the moment.
Not as much for those who they had killed, The blood on his hands from that day and many like it had long since dried into a permanent tattoo, forever marking him for his crimes in his mind. But he did feel guilt for the lone survivor of that day. The man who let his anger eat and him and rightfully so. Felt guilt that the poor guy spent a lifetime nursing it until it consumed him. That the only relief to be found in the absolution of their crimes in the ghosts of the poor man's family had to come moments before the man himself died and joined them.
That would never sit right with him. The smiling faces of ghosts who knew in their hearts that their deaths was a necessity, joyous in their peace despite the way he and Toro had burned them all. Because for what little peace that should've came from that, Jim couldn't help but feel disgusted by the reoccurring thought that they should've done a better sweep of the area to prevent that one angered man from ever escaping. And such a damning thought left him ill at ease, even with the knowledge that there was something more beyond the void.
