The notion of cleansing the world of monsters felt infinitely more fulfilling than any applause I’d received as a pianist. The little girl and her mother might stand a chance in life again. Was that not justice? Right then, this act of finality, this intervention, felt like the most meaningful accomplishment of my life. Maybe my life had meaning, after all. Maybe the flawed model that left the factory years ago had intentionally been made broken, setting the stage for a dark yet hopeful path ahead.
