He knew that every person he’d killed had been a child once: innocent, kind, full of hope and joy. Somewhere along the line, that child had taken a turn. Maybe it was from parental abuse or neglect. It could have been a bully at school or a tragedy that rocked their world and turned it upside down. At some junction in the past, they’d chosen to become evil, but before that they were merely children. Sean wept for that. He hated it.
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