I'm terrible with words

[GSM]

It's all so cold.

I lost my last line of defense.

The only man I could have ever called a constant presence in my life.
Before Jegnal, who helped me with getting over my grief.
Before Bartholomew- Bartomeus- when I was still as lost as he was.
Before everything, I knew him, and he helped me become who I am today.

Garret.

... I lost everything.
The corpse I loved,
the statue I helped,
the visage I cried on.

All in ten years.
... and I still wasn't strong enough.

...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD FEEL,
BUT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING INCH OF ME IS EMPTY AND ENRAGED.

HOW MANY MORE HAVE TO DIE?

HOW MANY? GIVE ME A FUCKING NUMBER. TELL ME.

I WATCHED AS HE TURNED INTO FUCKING DUST.

THE BEST MAN I EVER KNEW GOT SLAUGHTERED BY SOME WHORE.

MY HUSBAND DIED IN THE ARMS OF MY DAUGHTER.

NO FUCKING MORE.

I AM GOING TO RIP EVERY SINGLE FUCKING VEIN OUT FROM THE INSIDE OF YOUR NECK WITH MY BARE GODS-DAMNED FINGERNAILS. EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IS A WALKING TARGET, TWO TIMES OVER, AND THE ONLY TIME I WILL BE HAPPY AGAIN IS IF THE SHIT YOU PREACH AND EAT AND WORSHIP IS NOTHING MORE THAN CRAWLING FUCKING MAGGOTS. I HATE YOU. I HATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. IF THERE WAS EVEN A CHANCE THAT HEL COULD SHOW YOU HALF OF THE FURY I FEEL, I'D STILL STRANGLE YOU A MILLION TIMES OVER.

TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

THE WOMAN YOU KNOW IS GONE.

NOTHING WILL BRING HER BACK.

READY?
I SURE AS FUCK HOPE YOU ARE.
BECAUSE YOU BETTER BE, SO I FEEL BETTER WHEN IT'S ALL OVER.