His words don't make sense at all to me, and I'm pretty sure nothing he did makes any sense at all. No love story justifies murdering hundreds of humans!
"You're sick," I groan. "She may have gone off the rails, but you're the sick piece of s**t, John."
"You're mad because you can't understand my goal," he sighs. "It's understable, perfectly understable... You're a child of the twenty-first century, Hera. You more than any of the others should know that vampires won't belong to the darkness much longer. Humans have Internet now, they have the best communication devices in the world. They have ways to take one picture, one video, and have it sent to all corners of the world in a heartbeat!"
"...Where the heck are you going with this?" I ask, completely at a loss.
"Humans will soon b
