It's mind blowing dealing with something like that, but you don't really expect a death in the family either. All you can do is sit and pray and pace the floors.

Well as soon as it hit, everyone was a little nervous because Katrina was going right though New Orleans. All the phones are down, can't get a hold of him.

It's upsetting for me. I can't speak for everyone else, but I know it's upsetting for me.

He doesn't know she passed on. Everyone is trying to get a hold of him, nobody can get a hold of him.

Death in my mind isn't a finality. There's a continuum: It's like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it's a new day.

Revenge requires taking oneself apart from the noise of men and of things, even from what resembles them; only the twisted soul remains. The consequences of my actions can not be remedied nor can they be wiped away. Eight deaths I must atone for in the afterlife. I’m cursed in both worlds. But one more job and my obligation ends. One more kill and I am free. – Akira Sato, Twisted Threads