Right then, my mind wrestled with itself.
I knew this was wrong. Faking someone's death, using another person's body—it was messed up. But I was still thinking about going ahead with it.
Was this really who I was now?
Maybe I couldn't avoid it. But if I wanted to reach my goals, I'd have to keep making choices like this.
I was crossing lines I never thought I would.
I work with people whose principles are basicly nonexistent, and their idea of being free is so fucked up that they would kill whoever they need just to turn their idea into a reality.
I thought using religious followers as servants was evil, but compared to what I was currently thinking of doing, that seemed tame.
Was there another way? I tried to think of something else. Maybe I could kidnap Kirstie instead—make it look like she was thrown into a river, spread photos in the media.
But that left too many loose ends.
