[Cross visibly winces as she goes into detail about it.She made it sound like you were putting down a sick animal that you couldn't do anything to help it.
Perhaps that was the logic to that madness that happened there. Cross can only feel an intense amount of relief knowing his first draft was nothing like that. It drips into his mind though, just thinking about innocent people becoming sick with that blood thirsty madness that they probably couldn't help.
It burns to even think about it. Her words do leave a mark with him on that.
People got hurt on their side because of their morality. He knew it wasn't bad to have morals and for the same fact it was wrong to kill. But, put into that situation...he could only imagine himself freezing up.
Her, however, she just apparently took them out. Clutching his side a bit he wonders how he would've reacted to this if he had been told before the last draft. Probably anger, maybe hatred. Now? It's uncertainty.]
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Perhaps that was the logic to that madness that happened there. Cross can only feel an intense amount of relief knowing his first draft was nothing like that. It drips into his mind though, just thinking about innocent people becoming sick with that blood thirsty madness that they probably couldn't help.
It burns to even think about it. Her words do leave a mark with him on that.
People got hurt on their side because of their morality. He knew it wasn't bad to have morals and for the same fact it was wrong to kill. But, put into that situation...he could only imagine himself freezing up.
Her, however, she just apparently took them out. Clutching his side a bit he wonders how he would've reacted to this if he had been told before the last draft. Probably anger, maybe hatred. Now? It's uncertainty.]
Can't imagine doing that. At least for myself.