"I'm fine, Rose. Stop crying." Agatha grimaced as she looked up at the woman holding her head. She raised up her hands weakly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Oh my dear child." Rose whimpered, lifting her hands to wipe the tears off.
"Mark. What will happen to Mark?" Agatha wet her lips with her tongue.
Rose laughed a little as she ran a hand across her cheek. "You still worry about him? You pititful child."
"He's innocent, Rose. It was all my fault." She grimaced in pain as she held her throbbing chest.
"Hush now, Agatha. Don't speak anymore. Save your strength." Rose cautioned her. "Mark will be taken care of as it is deemed fit, okay?"
"There is not a single innocent person. We only succumb to the innermost lust of our mind.
"You're lucky if your lust is pure and good. And unlcuky, if it's impure and evil." Rose said solemnly, having a far away look in her eyes.
