‘Murder is a word used by the sanctimonious,’ he said. ‘It is an expedient expression with which they condemn any courageous action beyond their ken. What I did, what I do, cannot be murder. For, coming from another world, I cannot be held accountable to the silly conventions of a naive civilization. I am beyond that lisping childish recital of wrongs and rights.’ His eyes did not burn as he spoke; they were sunk behind veils of cold blue detachment.
Fucking hell what a monster! Elphie should kill him where he stands!
