His wife will never know the truth: she will grieve for a basically different man, and will move on, meet someone nice and be happy.
The people in the city will never know the truth: they will be told of a strange monster that was killed and buried, and the real culprit will be forgotten.
The government will never learn about his actions. Nobody will be touched by fear.
Connor and Annabelle themselves, can simply forget him: reduce the memory to 'strange nasty thing in the backwoods, dead and people safe now'.
Forgotten. Insignificant.
Does not matter if the part about himself and Annabelle is not true, what matters for Connor is that the monster will die, convinced of his own irrelevance.
You are nothing. And now it is time for him to die, with the last crystals used as lances and daggers to snuff him out of existence.
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Connor presses the point: now he is hopeless.
His wife will never know the truth: she will grieve for a basically different man, and will move on, meet someone nice and be happy.
The people in the city will never know the truth: they will be told of a strange monster that was killed and buried, and the real culprit will be forgotten.
The government will never learn about his actions. Nobody will be touched by fear.
Connor and Annabelle themselves, can simply forget him: reduce the memory to 'strange nasty thing in the backwoods, dead and people safe now'.
Forgotten. Insignificant.
Does not matter if the part about himself and Annabelle is not true, what matters for Connor is that the monster will die, convinced of his own irrelevance.
You are nothing. And now it is time for him to die, with the last crystals used as lances and daggers to snuff him out of existence.