Alex looked at him, his face filling with angst.
"You don't look surprised that I say this," David said, looking at him, a tinge of sadness flashing in his gaze.
"I can't say that I am… To be honest, I've been feeling it for a while…" Alex replied, leaning on a crate behind him.
"I had a feeling you did. The interaction with the hitman in the hotel was what confirmed it to me."
Alex nodded.
"But he wasn't the only one. Killing has become too easy. I don't feel anything from doing it anymore. Not fear, not sadness, let alone guilt after the fact… It… scares me," Alex said, looking at his hands.
David sighed.
He had figured this conversation would happen eventually, but not in this fashion. He had thought he would be the one in Alex's shoes, with himself getting reprimanded—not the other way around.
