They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.
Lisa Unger (2014). “In the Blood: Chilling grip-lit with a breathtaking twist you won't see coming”, p.91, Simon and Schuster
