"Yeah, I know. Chances are, it'll probably never feel like it's enough. But it's not really for us to decide, is it?" Wasn't that the raw truth.

If nothing else, it prolonged his sentence that weighed down the final decision. Every day was no different than a ticking clock.

"Well, whatever happens, happens. At least it's doin' something, right?" Murphy even managed a sad little smirk just then, as he lowered his head. "Hey, who knows? Maybe they have parole down in Hell for model sinners."

The thought was an amusing one, even if the humor was off.