"...Playing god?..."

"It feels a bit insulting that you cannot recognize me as your fellow human, Miss Newman." Mr. Fool smirks.

Charlotte does not know what to say to that.

"Anyway. 'Who do you think you are?'? I can't believe you asked me that." Mr. Fool continues.

"Then tell me, Miss Newman. Who are you to take the lives of thousands? Thousands of them, who are powerless, innocent, and cannot possibly pose a threat to you?"

He leans forward closer to her.

"How many mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters, did you take away from their mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters, Miss Newman?"

At each word Mr. Fool uttered, the air gets heavier, making it more difficult for her to breathe.

"So, I ask you in return. What gives you the right to do that?" Mr. Fool concludes, and the feeling of danger in the air, is almost choking her now.

"Y-you're either naïve…" Despite the overwhelming feeling, she manages to spit out.