— How do we wanna get rid of him?
— Do you want to shoot him?
— It's a little noisy, isn't it?
— Do you want to stab him?
— That's a little cold-blooded, isn't it?
— Do you want to kill him or not?
This is what I've seen in the four weeks since infection. People killing people. Which is much what I saw in the four weeks before infection, and the four weeks before that, and before that, and as far back as I care to remember. People killing people. Which to my mind, puts us in a state of normality right now.
It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either, blue-eyed dryad.
I couldn't stop killing, Bonin once told a reporter. It got easier with each one...