The more time he spent thinking, the more he calmed down. He silently picked up the empty bullet shells and put them in his pocket.
'At this point in time, there is only one guy who fits the criteria. I could either go with him, or I could pick Clara... though, that'll be for personal reasons. I need someone who can go head to head with Clark, so Clara is out of the question. I don't wish to put her in danger.'
As he got back to the bed in the small room, he frowned, 'No, I can't pick him. He's too evil and he'll just get worse. I need someone with potential not someone who's already strong.'
He fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling as he thought more, trying to pick the perfect person for his goals, someone who had the potential to go head to head with the protagonist of the novel.
Time quickly passed as he was lost in thought and before he could realise it, he fell asleep.
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