" The grey awful misery tangled round his heart and throat, choking him, sickening him with the vileness of his own nature. The shame and self-loathing too deep for repentance, too deep for words. Too deep for anything but the knife and the red flow and the longed-for emptiness of the end... The voice seemed to come from a long distance away. “My lord? My lord! Oh, Jesus. My lord! You stupid sod! "
― K.J. Charles , The Magpie Lord (A Charm of Magpies, #1)