Fucking hell. Now was not the time to develop a conscience. Was there any way I could squash that down? I mean, it's not like I was going to save any of the rest of them, and keeping him alive would only cause him to be pissed off and resentful if he was to become the last of his species.
Which in turn would make him try to hunt me down and kill me.
See… being nice and merciful was not what it was cracked up to being.
I felt bad for killing him, and I felt bad for saving him. This was really not going to work out well. Why did I need to go out and develop feelings? I was much better off when I just copied what I saw from other humans.
"Please have a seat," said the nice guy, leading me to one of two seats on the shuttle. The rest of the males, including Midnight, simply grasped onto the straps hanging from the ceiling. I nodded my appreciation and sat down.
