“I will take care of that, sir. Thank you for your instructions,” the voice said. “I will take care of that, sir. I will take care of that, sir,” Jonas mimicked in a cruel, sarcastic voice. “I will do whatever you like, sir. I will kill people, sir. Old people? Small newborn people? I’d be happy to kill them, sir. Thank you for your instructions, sir. How may I help y—” He couldn’t seem to stop. The Giver grasped his shoulders firmly. Jonas fell silent and stared at him. “Listen to me, Jonas. They can’t help it. They know nothing.”
