A Matter of Principle
[A/N: It's certified, I am a depressing writer. And a prolific one, at that. So, here's another mono. Hope you like it. . . . ]
See, Dad, it's a matter of principle. You're the one who said it first, that life is about moral principles.
The stupid, screwed up war? I know what it's all about now.
It's not about whether she was my mom, or what. It's about the principles.
I go from point to point.
It's like math, really.
If x + 4 = 9, then x = 5.
Simple. Neat. Elegant. Effective.
Maybe I shouldn't use the word elegant. It makes me sound heartless.
But then I am heartless, aren't I?
It's so funny, isn't it? It just makes me laugh and laugh, deep into the dark night. Because it's just so incredibly hilarious.
I'm not crazy, Dad. I'm not, really.
No. I did it all for you. Isn't that a laugh?
I killed my own mother. Really. I did.
'Cause I had to.
There was a Yeerk in her head.
Not about whether she was my mom, or whatever. She was a Yeerk. The enemy.
That's why I did it.
Looked into her anguished eyes, saw her mouth form the words, 'I love you'. Heard my heart beating in my ears, louder, louder, saw the equations forming in my head.
Looked. . . . . looked . . . . felt the equations spin.
Black and white.
Point A to point B.
Mother . . . . Yeerk . . . . human . . . . Visser . . . . love . . . . hate . . . . enemy.
Enemy.
So that's why I did it, Dad. Why I did what I did. Killed my own mother.
It was a matter of principle.
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