The World Is Not Fair (2)

Medeia paused for a moment.

That was the very thought she had been wrestling with.

She knew better than anyone that trying to save everyone was a fool's dream. In the end, it would only lead to suffering—hers or someone else's.

Could she kill them? Of course. It wouldn't even be hard. Most of them looked like grown men anyway, and if she didn't check their ages on the system, she could pretend they were just faceless enemies, nothing more.

And yet …

Something about it left a strange, unsettled feeling in her chest.

If she kept killing more and more young men, then what was the point of saving the others?

What made her any different from those scientists who claimed they had to sacrifice a few lives for the so-called greater good?

That thought made her stomach turn.

With each passing day, Medeia wondered, had her heart grown softer?

How could she feel that way in such a short amount of time?