Why do you cheer? He’s dead. Now what? Ask yourself who will take his place. You? A nobody? A speck? Your heart is too pure. We need another monster, one meant to keep other monsters at bay. Maybe you are one, in the shadows, waiting, a thing that stirs knowing its day will arrive to claim the world as its own.
Maybe he’s the lucky one now. What say you?
I’ll never waiver, the dead are always better off.