"'Usually they do because those differences are the sort of thing to wrench people's hearts out. Eat at their minds. Bury their hearts or give it a chance to think.' Salem's face didn't change but his hands didn't pause. 'I think we call that inspiration.'" Just a pensive little story to get out of writer's block and move on. This whole thing was a total mindfuck and I don't know if I should be proud of it or not, but I want to show it to you all.