( maybe somewhere, deep, deep down, he knows what he's doing isn't right. but, it can't be stopped. he can't be stopped. it feels like a poisonous root that blooms and blackens his blood. )
What did you do to them? Did you let them die?
( he walks over to a screen and peers at it like he might be able to see it and then he puts his hand through it again. )
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What did you do to them? Did you let them die?
( he walks over to a screen and peers at it like he might be able to see it and then he puts his hand through it again. )
You had the right idea.