Karl sat in the next day's 'decompression session', a mental health counselling session that was mandatory for all patients here, and stared at the new doctor who had been assigned to him. She just wasn't getting it, and he wasn't certain how to explain the situation anymore.
"So, you're saying that a young child such as yourself isn't bothered by the death and gore, but you don't feel that is a problem?" The old woman asked.
Karl considered that for a moment, trying to find a new way to explain the issue, before he gave into the urge to just stand up and just walk out on her.
"If there is a rabid animal or wild monster loose in your neighbourhood, what do you do?" He asked.
"Call animal control, of course." She replied.
"And what do they do?"
"Trap and relocate it, I assume." She shrugged.
