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I thought, at first, that it was only the ht have carried over a spray of water from the falls But the ache invery much like a sob started to bubble up from my chest There was no one there to see

I pressed ainst my mouth to smother the screaate, the rest of it caht that raced through me was tainted by blood; I could actually taste it at the back of my throat

I killed that man

No, it wasn’t just that I had tortured him with fear It wasn’t that he didn’t deserve to be punished for the crimes he’d committed, it was how I had done it--how I had used those kids,them and theirit I had relished how easy it was to consu bit with terror until I had felt it snap completely The darkness that had reached out forThe rush of it had left a tingling, jittery feeling in my limbs that I still couldn’t shake

I had kicked Knox out for what he’d done to Lianored the reality that Liaht decision to make I had assumed he was unredeemable, but he was a kid--Knox, or Wes, or whatever he wanted to call hi hi other kids over to get food? And Mason…I could have helped Mason I could have taken away his painful memories, but my first instinct had been to use him as a weapon Like he wasn’t human at all and didn’t deserve to make his own choices

Maybe…ht to do what they did to the dangerous ones Maybe we needed to be muzzled, chained, conditioned to follow orders--it had felt so natural for ed me at the warehouse

And it e on the bus into Thurmond, who’d coun It made me the countless others who tortured the PSFs and caes

I wasn’t any different than themy life But that wasn’t the case at all, was it? It was entirely possible that not being able to control the afraid of thees down that path earlier

I sa the League had been good for iven me discipline, focus, and direction on how and when to use ht when I told Cate I shouldn’t be Leader--we needed people ere stronger, people who still had good left to their names Or, at the very least, people who could still trust that their instincts wouldn’t take them into this kind of darkness

Murderer Just like all the other agents in the League

The blanket was hot and da to coolerased the iined Rob must have looked like to Vida when she saw hihts that had blazed through his mind in the seconds before his life ended A beautiful woman in a checkered dress, a red bicycle, an open field, the sunset over Los Angeles--

"Stop it," I choked out, "stop"