He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

And now that you are out? How does the world seem to you?" he says. "Mostly the same," I say. "People are just divided by different things, fighting different wars.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

Though I know that he had something to do with the attack simulation, and with all those deaths, I find it difficult to pair those actions with the man I see in front of me. I wonder if this is how it is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likeable as good men.

If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

Change, like healing, takes time.