undread | Ashlyn

Then it rather sounds as though they got what they deserved.

[she's not against hurting some dangerous people.]

How is it that they made you...?

Maybe.

[ that's how she felt in the moment at least. but thoughts like that always scare her afterwards. ]

It's complicated. But he was basically—like a zombie? Like he wasn't in his right mind anymore. All he could do was attack anything in front of him.

They said they wanted me to talk to him. And then they released his restraints. It was a matter of survival.

[well. she's an undead, so she supposes she should stand up for zombies, but... she wouldn't fault someone for defending herself.]

Of course it was. I do think part of being a leader is being willing to protect the people relying on you, even if it's painful. You needn't feel ashamed of your instincts to defend yourself and others.

If something happens to me, they'll start running the same tests on the others.

Exactly. You need to keep yourself safe, too, for the sake of the people relying on you.

... It still didn't feel good. Killing someone.

It was too easy.

If you don't mind my saying so, it doesn't seem as though it's all that easy for you. The fact that you're struggling with it even now suggests otherwise.