[ WP ] The hero beats the villain by stooping even lower .

``... You - you killed them.'' Nero says, his socked feet getting drenched in blood. You know, I never thought of Nero as the kind of guy who would take his shoes off in the house. He appeared to be the kind of guy who lived in a cold utilitarian place, not a homey place that reeked of freshly-made bread with the sound of children playing. 
 Kids are so cute, especially the ones with lisps and big eyes. 
 
 `` Yep.'' I smile at Nero. I *don't* feel bad about murdering his wife and kids. They deserved... it. It was fast, quick, painless. Far more humane than what Nero had done to countless innocent people. 
 `` They cried for you.'' *Smile, smile smile. * If I do n't, he'll see weakness and strike, like last time. 
 
 He makes a sound. It sort of sounds like a sob, but he could n't cry. I look up at the ceiling. It's very white. Nero starts hyperventilating. I turn around. I have to leave. It's too hot in here. I hum to myself as I make my way walk across the kitchen floor to the back sliding door. 
 I look back at Nero when I'm at the door, `` You know...'' I break off. He's holding Lily and getting filthy. He never liked getting dirty. I remember one time we were fighting and I threw dirt at him. He had n't liked that. 
 I turn and open the door. I need to go.
