My mind reeled as I struggled to process Kun's horrific confessions about the descent into moral corruption by the very organization Luke had been working for. The group had started with good intentions of making the world safer, but slowly devolved into committing atrocities in the name of their "mission".
Kun opened her eyes again and I was shaken by the hollowness, the haunted depths I saw reflected there. As if she had witnessed and participated in unspeakable acts that could never be undone.
"We were no better than the monsters we told ourselves we were fighting," she rasped, a muscle twitching in her weathered jaw. "Drunk on the intoxicating justification that our heinous methods were for a righteous cause in the end."
I felt sick, my stomach churning violently. To think that Luke
