I'm not killing someone," Ed says. "And neither are any of you. We're not monsters."
"She tried to kill us," Marco reminds him, but the fight is quickly ebbing out of his voice. "Besides, look at her. She doesn't even know where she is right now. It'd be a mercy."
"Please," the stray pleads. "I'm sorry. Please."
"She's with the moon," Vicky mutters. A polite wolf way of saying 'batshit insane'. "She's been stray too long."
"We were all strays!" Ed protests. "She's just scared!"
"Please. Please. Please."
"Let's chase her out of our turf," Marco suggests.
"What if she comes back?" Vicky says, voice eerily calm. "What if she kills?"
"No," Ed growls, really growls. He's angry. "You can't do that. You can't kill her based on 'what ifs'. That's fucking sick."
The stray's eyes are wide, terrified, and locked onto you.