I wiped the blade in my hand before I sighed heavily.
Looking at their unmoving bodies, all I could do was wish them something I used to believe in. I know full well that what I was doing was hypocritical but what else could I do?
Even if I let all of them live like Amy, all they knew was to be someone's plaything. It would take more than a few years to rehabilitate each one of them and they wouldn't even be able to live a 'normal' life, if the life we were living in right now could still be called normal.
Granted we had it easier than almost everyone we met but as hard as for me to say it, they'd just be a burden for everyone else.
Amy was just a special case and I felt that Kaley thought of some way we could actually help her.
I was deep in my thought before my radio buzzed.
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*bzzt*
[Bro, need some help?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Thanks but-- It's already done. Well, tell Mikhail and the others to help me bring them up… get a fire going."
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
Just a bit of winding down after the earlier chaps :)