I love you, Tate. But I can’t forgive you. You have to pay for what you did. All the pain you caused. All the sorrow. You murdered my mother. That baby - whatever it was - it killed her. I can’t be with you. I won’t be with you. What are you saying? I’m saying go away.
People tell stories to cope with their fears.All art and myths are just creations to give us a sense of control over things we’re scared of. Afraid of dying? Create reincarnation. Afraid of evil? Create a benevolent god who sends evil doers to hell.