He never could understand the feeling of nonchalance that overwhelmed every human being, whether they knew it or not; the notion of normality, of behaviour that was "socially accepted". To be capable of looking past an act of evil without a second glance did they feel it made them strong? Is being desensitised something to be proud of? Samuel McArthur thought otherwise. Not to say that was his real name he hadn't one. For him to hold a name of his own would make him all the more similar to those humans those filth that haunted the Earth. "It wasn't my place to step in," they would say in a desperate attempt of rationalising
He never could understand the feeling of nonchalance that overwhelmed every human being, whether they knew it or not; the notion of normality, of behaviour that was "socially accepted". To be capable of looking past an act of evil without a second glance did they feel it made them strong? Is being desensitised something to be proud of? Samuel McArthur thought otherwise. Not to say that was his real name he hadn't one. For him to hold a name of his own would make him all the more similar to those humans those filth that haunted the Earth. "It wasn't my place to step in," they would say in a desperate attempt of rationalising