Inside the vault, Theo stared at the dead man's body, his pale face, the horrified look in her eyes, splashes and spills of blood all around and on Theo's entire self... he hadn't questioned any of it 'til now but the concern and dread in Mary's eyes had put the seed in his mind. The seed that questioned his actions, he had believed this all to be a way of ridding the world of the garbage humans and at the same time concealing the screams of his dying mother from that traumatic memory.
His middle and index finger tapped relentlessly while his mind rummaged for a defensive stance to counter Mary's arguments and questions. He couldn't find one. He hadn't thought about any other way to heal from his trauma except the one that his grandfather had introduced him to. He had known that this was
