Murder is a lot like dancing with a stranger. At first, there’s this awkward period of struggling to discover each other’s rhythm; several clumsy moments are spent just trying to learn this unknown person. You lean in, they lean out. Both of your hearts race as the anxious pace picks up. You lead, they follow. Each of you are desperate to anticipate the other’s next move. You share this intimate, almost romantic moment, except only one of you will survive the encounter.   

Now, people automatically assume that all death is the same, but there’s a subtle beauty hidden behind all that violence― depending on your motivations. Death can be necessary, senseless, immoral, vengeful, or even merciful.

I’ve been responsible for all of the above.

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