That night I stayed in Edgars room for a while. I still couldn't believe Viktor and I came from the same world. I hadn't expected that at all. Viktor wasn't actually Viktor it made it so much more where was the real Viktor? Just like I asked myself where was Kara?
On the one hand, I wanted to sympathize with Maxwell but on the other, he had harmed and killed so many innocent people for such selfish reasons. And to think he went to such extremes of torturing and hurting people. I'd heard of the expression hurt people hurt people but this was more than that. What's more, he didn't care. I wondered if I would have done the same if I were in his shoes, say I was the one who came earlier? To harbor so much irrational anger and thirst for violence just didn't make sense to me.
