I really thought I would feel something more. Watching the Councilman falling to the floor, a hole in his chest where his heart used to be, I felt… nothing.
I had killed so many people in a short period of time that I thought I would have felt bad. Or happy. Or sad… Something.
But I felt nothing.
I didn't know if I always had this part living inside of me or if this was the result of spending time in the facility, but either way… I don't know if I liked it or not.
"Killing people is a slippery slope," murmured Caleb, taking the gun from my hand and putting it back into its holster. "The first time you do it, it is a groundbreaking, earth-shattering feeling. You either feel like a god for taking someone's life, or you feel like shit. You think about them as a person, with family and people who loved them."