She couldn't see. Blinding herself to the suffering of what she considered her 'pets' she focused instead on the elation that they made her feel.
"Ain't they just cute?"
She asked him and he gave her a fake smile in answer. She was never responsible even when they managed to catch her fickle attention she never could care for them right. But that was his sister's love as small and feeble as it was that was all she could give. He always wondered why she gave it in the first place since it was so little it was almost nothing but her smile of joy the only thing he loved made him silently let her have her 'pets'. But their cried haunted him...
'If her love was too little for all of them maybe it would be enough for some'
So at night he waited to kill some of them off silently with no distinction finding it not fair for some of them to seize existing cause they couldn't meet certain standards. When morning came hopefully with her love she would stare at them not able to tell for her love was indeed fickle. He loved them too visiting them in the night,that was his love.
Is there really a right or wrong way to love.