"The sickness had gotten inside them Mrs. McCutcheon. It was for their own good," he explains, soft, hypnotic voice never rising, "They had been affected so greatly by their situation, they didn't believe in anything better. They were all ready dead. I was just helping their bodies figure that out."
He steps to the wall, fingers caressing a picture of a building ablaze, "You have to destroy it all, rebuild from scratch, and build the new o the ashes of the old. So they can't forget, so they know the price of greed, of hypocrisy,"
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He steps to the wall, fingers caressing a picture of a building ablaze, "You have to destroy it all, rebuild from scratch, and build the new o the ashes of the old. So they can't forget, so they know the price of greed, of hypocrisy,"
So so perfect. Really perfect.
*loves*
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