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And, see, here were where the discrepancies came into play. 'Killing', it just had such an... ugly connotation to it, for lack of a better word. "Thou shalt not kill," he murmured, under his breath, more to himself than anything, something sending his fingers into a random twitch of discomfort. He let his eyes flicker to Ryder, then, brows furrowing a bit in contemplation. The... 'feel' about him. "I'd like to think of it more as... natural selection. The evolutionary imperative, putting things into their right order. Making things right."

...Yeah. A little unstable.