“I'm not happy with the mouth but
what can you do.”
“And these are all the people he
killed?”
“What? No. There's more in another
cemetery.”
“Are these his special victims?”
“Not really. Nothing significant
about these. I killed some of them. This one here is the sculptor.”
“How did he die?”
“Chisel through the mouth.”
“No, your husband.”
“His head got too big. No, just
kidding. But it's true, his ego blinded him, he thought he was
invulnerable. Just remember, you can be killed by anybody, at any
time, for any reason. It has always been thus.”
“Is that why you brought me out
here?”
“Dear, I'm offering you a job. You
can join us and help end this war. We are the secret third faction,
the hidden and the masked, the judges and the peacekeepers.”
“Wow, you sound like terr—”
“Oh, no. No no no. Not in this
political climate, that's... We are dedicated towards empathy,
respect, and nonviolence. I was only joking about the sculptor, he's
alive and well. No, we change hearts and minds. Death is the last and
least wanted option.”
“Don't worry, I'm not wearing a
wire.”
“But you never know who could be
listening.”
