Chapitre 44: Chapter 44

Then again, Dallin didn't think it really mattered, and as disturbing as that thought was--it *should* matter; it was his job to care about things like that--Dallin couldn't make himself feel corrupt for it. What these men planned, what they wanted... it made Dallin's stomach turn. There was something deeply, profoundly disquieting in even thinking about it, let alone thinking there were hundreds of men who thought it was not only their right to do it, but their calling, and were willing to wipe out anyone who got in their way, covering their tracks by killing and destroying--

Dallin paused... frowned.

No, they weren't covering their tracks. That hadn't really made sense from the beginning, but Dallin had been too disturbed by the deaths in Kenley to think about it clearly at first, and then too many other things had left him little time to scrutinize his reasoning. Now the clarity of it hit him like a pebble between the eyes.