Questions and answers, and the lack thereof ...

See subject title.

I was having a good day. Really, I was. But now I don't know what to think. I'm just ... sitting here, with my mind in a jumble. My feelings are separating into different aspects of me ... just like Janine.

Agynie wants to hurt. Wants revenge. Wants to snarl and attack and physically injure until hurt equals hurt.
Wulf is confused. He's curled in a ball, clutching his head. In a corner with hardly any light. He wants Drazzic and Jiggy, so he can hug them.
Sarah is like stone. Her loyalty is her foundation right now. There is anger, but she doesn't try to understand what she doesn't know. No hatred or real pity, but an emptiness that she needs to fill.

Why? If any question must be asked, this would be it. Not how dare you, or whose fault, or what caused it, or when did you know.

There is no reason to hide anymore. This is all we ask. If we don't know, then who are you? Don't say that you're a liar, or a completely different person than we thought you were. We're tired of masks and playing. Why is it so hard a question? Can you give the gift of closure?

Say it to the world, or just say it to her. It doesn't matter.

Why?