Gar went to the tower where the monster should be. His eyes were troubled as he walks down the paved street. The rain was still pestering the city, he didn’t have that much of an opinion about rain other than it should go away. He took two right turns, and went down a flight of stairs, he passed by a bakery and continued down an alleyway until he found himself staring at the tower.

“You got followed,” a voice said. “I won’t blame you since you have no ways to detect them”

“Don’t tell me you kill them?”

“I didn’t. Do you think I’d kill the protectors of this city? This city might be immoral but it needs its own guardians. So have you got the map for me?”

Gar nodded. His eyes then stared brazenly at the monster.

“But I need to ask this first. Do you know what you are doing?”

“I know.”

“Then you should know that your acts are throwing the kids into the streets. Did you think of what you will do after you freed the children?”

Gar could tell that there was apathy in the eyes of the monster.

“I just free them.”

“Just free them? I see. You really didn’t think of the consequences of your actions then? You were merely playing savior since it feels good? Is that it?”

“Feels good?” he snorted. “I don’t do that. I am just doing what is right.”

“Even if that right leads the children to their death? You do know that they are orphans right? That they were from villages and towns destroyed by the war?”

“Yes. I also know that they have been coerced into work.

Gar clenches his fist. He spoke.

“They are given three meals a day, a warm bed, and home.”

“Sweatshops made for children, you mean.”

The monster’s eyes sharpen. Gar didn’t flinch.

“But is infinitely better than being in the cold streets!”

“Oh really?” the monster sneered. “Factories where one mistake turns into a kid being kick around. Funny, that was the first thing that I saw when I came into this city.”

Gar reasoned.

“Just because there’s one bad man that did that, doesn’t mean that every factory workers does that.”

“Oh really? I like how you reason for these bastards that make the kids work while they sip on their drinks grumbling. I really do.”

Gar balled his fits.

“But can’t you see that they are safe inside the factories? If they back to their homes then they are dead! No, the monsters lurking in the shadows would get them first!”

“...”

Gar added, “I admit that the conditions they are in can be horrendous but if they could only endure this suffering for a while, and manage to get through this, they will surely rise up! They are getting their wages, and that shouldn’t be a problem. It gives them purpose and hope!”

“Purpose?” the monster looked up for a second. “You are telling me that they would be given purpose as long as they walk hard like mindless drones that do their work well? Do you know why I free these kids in the first place?”

“You want to feel good about yourself.”

“Wrong. I do it because it is the right thing to do. It doesn’t matter if the aftermath is not what I desire. There is no such thing as complete control that is possible with our external self. We can only influence things but not completely control them. Do you think I am doing this to feel good? I am doing this because this is the right thing to do.”

“You are lying,” Gar said with venomous tone. “You do it because you are a self-righteous bastard that thinks that this is his purpose? Fuck off, I can tell you saw them and thought this might be your purpose and this is what you should do! Don’t fucking lie.”

“And what if I do?” he said stolidly. “It doesn’t change the fact that I do this for the sake of those kids. A warm meal, a bed, and a home? Did they choose it out of their own free will? No! They didn’t. I free them out of their bondage so that they can choose to do what they want. Either they can try to go home or go back to the factories. I free them to give them the choice. Fine, if you think that they should stay there because there are warm food and a warm bed. But you haven’t asked the kids that were coerced into work what they want. I have been destroying factories and killing fuckers who does their shit to the children. I investigated, I gathered the facts, I figured out who’s the bad ones, and I fucking punish them. Good? Evil? It doesn’t fucking matter. Do what thou wilt is the whole law. And if they aren’t given the chances then they wouldn’t different to dolls.”

He said sternly. Gar replied.

“So let them die? Let them get killed by wandering monsters and starve in the streets. Doesn’t matter if they die because it was their choice? Is that what you are trying to say to me? You’re insane.”

“It doesn’t matter. Either they die free or overworked themselves to death. I gave them that choice. I will not stop until they are all free from those who coerced them into work. So give me that map so I can tell that blessed maiden a piece of mind.”

Gar looked at the monster.

“So it doesn’t matter if those kids die?”

“I am not that heartless. If their fate is to die then that is beyond our control. If a country needs their kids to suffer for it to defend itself, then this country should stop going to wars that would make its kids suffer. I know that I am doing. It is unreasonable and I have no real plans. That’s why I let the children decide for themselves.”

“You are truly and utterly insane,” he said. He took out a crystal from his jacket. “What is your name?”

The monster stared.

“I am Nolan Salvatore, a Bleak Walker.”

“A Bleak Walker?” Gar mumbled. “No, it doesn’t matter now. For the sake of those kids, and for the war effort. I, Gar Cheery, was ordered to sentence you to die.”

He broke the crystal. Light flashes twice but before he can get away cleanly. Gar felt something warm on his belly. He turned to the monster named Nolan Salvatore and saw that he had drawn his gun fast enough to hit him. Then the light weaves and he fell face forward on the carpet.

“Get some help damn it!”

Voices shouted as Gar felt his body being drained of life.