<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence looked away from here, his troubled expression not fading in the slightest, it actually increased if it could be noticed.<br/>&amp;quot;He didn't need to see what was down there,&amp;quot; Terrence replied quietly, though still in his own firm way, &amp;quot;He wasn't meant for this world...there are others.  I don't believe that all the dead down there were the entire population.  Just the infertile scraps, the old ones.  He would have been taken, for god knows what.&amp;quot;<br/><br/>Truth be told, Terrence wouldn't admit that he had only shot the boy to cover up his own mistake.  He had disabled him to begin with and wouldn't have been able to heal one so young in such time.  Though a part of him was left miserable to see that even in times of rising fertility the world was not safe, and that a boy so young had seen the worst of it.<br/><br/>Terrence brushed past Sara and kept walking, unable to say anymore and not wanting to face the wrath of the only person he likely wouldn't feed a bullet.  It was no secret, the new world had left Terrence without a lot of defining human emotions such as compassion, joy and love.  He had regained only shards of each to cover up the desolate, detached feeling that he had grown to embrace (with no choice), but he was aware now that he was only clinging on by the tips of his fingers.</div></blockquote>