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So easy, just a snap of the neck, picking them up and throwing them, so defenseless, so easy to hide the body, less suspicious looking...
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No, no- *stops Higbey's hand before reaching the child* Like this. *bends over and whispers seeds of corruption into the child's ear* He will live the first years of his life unaware. Perhaps with vague memories of happiness and joy. Perhaps one day he may grow to despise his creators? He may convince himself it was out of self defense. He could still stop then. Then he may convince himself the next were for his country. He couldn't stop. Next will be for the sake of good, when really he is so desperately trying to sate the beast within. Then he will realize the meaningless in life. The rest will be for pure sport. He cannot stop then. As the day I come to congratulate him for the monster he has become, he shall hate me. His death will be swift, and by his own hands. He will not be stopped.
