When is it right?
*Quint is wearing his armor for now, and though there's been some attempt to clean up, there are still a few traces of dried blood in places he couldn't quite reach - he'll be spending some time cleaning later. He's calmer than the last time he was here, although he seems a bit distracted... or maybe just tired and confused and in shock*
I'm back.
I'd like to know... why do some people say killing is wrong, as if it's that simple? What if there's nothing else that can be done? When is it right?
Is it wrong that I don't regret this? That I don't feel anything at all except... I guess glad it's over. That it wasn't too late for the others, like it was too late to help Nana.
Is it because he deserved it? Is that the difference?
I'm back.
I'd like to know... why do some people say killing is wrong, as if it's that simple? What if there's nothing else that can be done? When is it right?
Is it wrong that I don't regret this? That I don't feel anything at all except... I guess glad it's over. That it wasn't too late for the others, like it was too late to help Nana.
Is it because he deserved it? Is that the difference?