

I just can’t fathom the amount of mental gymnastics that must be required to simultaneously still sleep at night or look at yourself in the mirror knowing you’re whatever monster that makes these decisions knowing full and well that children WILL die as a direct result of them.
Normally I’d say ‘may God have mercy on your soul’ here, but… We’ll reserve that for someone with some semblance of humanity left inside them, I think.
Wasn’t this the plot of Unbreakable, more or less, but with a train instead?