Hybrid’s corpse looked rather pathetic to Dean. He remembered how terrifying Hybrid had been when he had first seen him. Hybrid had seemed like a monster straight out of the scariest horror movie imaginable, but in his death, he looked more like a frightened, terrified little child who couldn’t understand why he had to die.
Perhaps Dean should have felt sorry for Hybrid. And to an extent, he did. Fear of death was natural and normal among humans. He even found some sympathy for some of Hybrid’s views, especially on science.
But in the end, Dean couldn’t feel sorry for the man who had become a monster. However awful Hybrid’s fate might have been, it was ultimately the result of his own choices, choices he did not have to make but did anyway.
It’s justice, Dean thought, staring at Hybrid
