It depends on the person. For some, murder is as passively enjoyed as a chore one would do at a job. For others, a perverted thrill. There's many forms of that kind of evil.

[The impulse to kill...how different it becomes for each individual, he thinks. And for him...]

[(For him, its a time before dead bodies. A time before things would turn for him, and calculated malignant nunbers would cull their share of lives.)]

But I was right, wasn't I? You have a soft heart, firecracker.