[ he'd never kill children. he had wanted to have one, after all. but most children in the city would later grow up to be the adults you see in the city now; both of them had been little at one point in their lives, and now look at them.

he's silent for a while, as if mentally trying to come up with an exact number. but alas. ]

...I lost count. Their corpses had formed a hill at first, until it got taller and it ultimately became a mountain in front of me.

[ but really, who keeps tabs on that? other sickos might have, but he's not one of them. and on top of that, vergilius would've been part of that mountain he created, too. ]

It doesn't matter, though. If we can kill so many people without a care just because it is part of our job, then we could be killed by someone else with the same kind of excuses. There's just nothing we can do about it.