[ What a soft-hearted, rose-colored world Stampede lives in. It's hard to believe, sometimes, that he and Millions Knives are brothers. One of them wants every single person to be happy and dance around all day singing songs, and the other literally tortures children and makes them into killers.
Some days, Wolfwood really does think the world would be better of neither of the twins was around anymore. ]
Not everybody deserves to be happy. [ He kicks another rock, watches it skitter off sideways from the path he'd planned for it. Damn. ] There's good people out there, I guess, although most of 'em don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. But some folks, all they deserve is a bullet in the head and a shallow grave, as payment for everyone they've hurt.
[ He doesn't expect Stampede to agree. He knows the guy, in any version, well enough by now to know that he can't hear the truth -- for the good of the rest of the world, some people just need to die. But he's also not going to walk along and pretend like Stampede's bullshit worldview is anything but bullshit. ]
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Some days, Wolfwood really does think the world would be better of neither of the twins was around anymore. ]
Not everybody deserves to be happy. [ He kicks another rock, watches it skitter off sideways from the path he'd planned for it. Damn. ] There's good people out there, I guess, although most of 'em don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. But some folks, all they deserve is a bullet in the head and a shallow grave, as payment for everyone they've hurt.
[ He doesn't expect Stampede to agree. He knows the guy, in any version, well enough by now to know that he can't hear the truth -- for the good of the rest of the world, some people just need to die. But he's also not going to walk along and pretend like Stampede's bullshit worldview is anything but bullshit. ]