I've already mentally prepared myself to kill the screaming, murderous monster in the cage outside our camp.
I'm used to it. It's what I do here. Kill monsters and other people.
This monster, Seraph, is particularly unstable—has been since the moment he arrived from Collector Mary's monster menagerie to the west, where the military stashed him away. He's in pain. I can see it. But he's not a mindless beast. Not like some of the others think.
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