Of all the love and life lost, I feel like I'm most effected by Whitney's. She was my boss, and an evil whore, but she seemed to give me purpose, even if she did try to kill me. I'm not saying I'm sad about it. Far from it, in fact. I spit on that bitch's molten corpse. Yet, now I don't have a job, and my family is dead. At least when she was still alive I had a defined purpose. Now I'm just a bloody, grimy guy who killed a Arch Hell Beast. That's a pretty niche market. Though, I guess anything can happen, really.
