I had to do it.
I'd always kidded myself that I could do my job, in spite of his incessant plans to foil it. But I was wrong.
I told him I was sorry. Some things have to be done.
Dib was fun while it lasted. He provided an… outlet, for my more creative energies. He got in the way, but that was just part of the fun.
Too bad he never knew how easy it would have been to dispose of him. He never figured out what a tiny problem he posed. He insisted on believing I was an idiot, a bumbler. I don't blame him.
That's what I led him to believe. Had he known the full extent of my training, he would have never thought of the idea to cross me. But he did. And, oh, what HORRIBLE frequency he did it with!
And I let him.
I ignored good sense. I should have destroyed him the first time he told the class I was an alien. But when I began to think of him more and more, the problems started. The humans have a term for the problem I faced.
Affection.
They are deluded into believing it is positive, a thing to be achieved. They even work toward it. We Irkens harbor no such deceptions. And I cannot do my job if I was weighted down with it.
So when I began feeling the symptoms, I had to destroy the source. I had to destroy the…Dib.
I believe, when I explained it to him, he understood. In a way. He didn't show it, no. He begged me not to do it.
He even admitted to having symptoms of the same disease. I believe, that in a way, I helped him.
Angst. Not my strong point. Yet it seems to be what I lean toward. That and romance. Weird, cuz I'm the school comedian and I'm happy all the time. Spookily, irritatingly happy.