"Why don't you just kill some people off? That way your supplies will last you till then… What do you think?"
An eerie silence crept across the office as none of us spoke for a moment.
"W-what are you-?!" Charles stuttered in shock as he looked at me.
He appeared incredibly astonished that I had mentioned murder like it was nothing.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's an option and a very good one at that!" I responded, now feeling like the weird one in the room.
"H-how can you even suggest that? What do you think human life is?" He responded, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
This made me sigh in disappointment. I thought Charles was a rational man, capable of doing the most expedient thing to ensure his survival, but it appeared that I had overestimated him.
'As expected, the concept of morality still shackles him… How unfortunate.'
