Major spoilers for chapters 8-9 of the manga. LIKE MAJOR. If you haven't read that far go no further!
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There was a certain time in his years that he could have done it. He could have been rid of her. He could have killed
Murder.
Is.
Easy.
Integra was quiet as she slept. She was three. She was at that point where she was being dressed in cute dresses and someone was always putting bows in her hair. Now she wore a nightgown that went down to her feet. Part of him could feel a German voice egging him on in the back of his head. He reached forward and then pulled back. The leather of his gloves creaked with the clenching of his fist. In all his thirty years of life he'd never thought of something so… revolting. Infanticide was not contemplated ever in is life. Children are innocent creatures that can't defend themselves.
He lifted a pillow.
The baby girl slept, even as he touched her throat. He'd seen Arthur Hellsing bounce this girl on his knee. He'd seen her grow for three years. He had to betray her. He had to kill her at some point. Why not now? He could smother her tiny frame and be gone before anyone could find her.
She shifted silently and Walter stiffened. He dropped the pillow to the floor. He held his breath.
Murder is easy. Murder is easy. Murder is easy.
Walter reached down and took the pillow up again and set it next to the girls head. She rolled over again and Walter watched her carefully.
Now is not the time. He brushed bangs from her forehead and took a step back.
The time would come.