"...yeah. Yeah." Until he says it, the idea of the demons sending Calvin not back to his many graves, dead as he ever was, but to somewhere else to wreak more havoc never crossed her mind as a justification. Dead or Buried, it makes so little difference in terms of the harm he could do—but left alive and free, wherever that may be, that would be different. "You're— right. He was dangerous. Always was. If they'd used him somehow— people would've got hurt."
It's all too easy to reshape her worldview to fit, like flexing an old muscle that despite deliberate misuse still clings to memory.
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"...yeah. Yeah." Until he says it, the idea of the demons sending Calvin not back to his many graves, dead as he ever was, but to somewhere else to wreak more havoc never crossed her mind as a justification. Dead or Buried, it makes so little difference in terms of the harm he could do—but left alive and free, wherever that may be, that would be different. "You're— right. He was dangerous. Always was. If they'd used him somehow— people would've got hurt."
It's all too easy to reshape her worldview to fit, like flexing an old muscle that despite deliberate misuse still clings to memory.