She Runs with Wolves
I muttered, mostly to myself, as I reached over to take his hand in mine.
“The demon I fought in my past had no conscience. I believe there is more room for good and evil to interchange in our world. But demons are not of our world, and they do not play by our rules. Think of it this way,” Grandma Rosie said, eyeing each of us in turn, “there is balance in everything, a firm, solid dichotomy. Black and white, dark and light, above and below, and so on. Our world is truly split, like the yin and the yang. Even within humanity the lines between good and evil are so skewed that, should a compass of morality truly exist, it wouldn’t know which way to point its own needle.
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