"Yes," I nodded.
"Nobody in their right mind likes killing," Eli said. "Doing it doesn't effect me, but I don't take pleasure in it."
"It felt good when I shot Kent," I murmured. "That's bad."
"You knew you weren't going to kill him," Eli shrugged.
"But when I do kill people I don't feel bad," I said and sighed in frustration. "It's like killing is ingrained in me."
"I don't feel bad," Eli said. "Some people do and some people don't. We kill killers, rapists, drug dealers, we shouldn't feel bad about killing them."
"I want to," I whispered. "I want to feel some kind of remorse, but then I don't. That one time I felt guilty, it was awful, I hated it, but it made me feel human. For the first time, I felt like a normal human being, feeling remorse. Feeling bad."
"Daisy, you wouldn't be
