[ WP ] Make me terrified of an inanimate object

There was a sort of hush, a quiet in the room. True, there was laughter and tears - it is natural for men and women to behave oddly when confronted with the absolute certainty of their own mortality. But most of us remained silent. What had come to pass did not surprise us. No, we were the architects. The lofty minds who had wrought what had been done. 
 
 It had been agreed that it was a necessary evil. A horror to wield against horror. It would be a sacrifice of a few lives for the salvation of many. And yet somehow this raw logic, this rational thought - which ought to have been the hallmark of minds such as ours - seemed empty and cold in the unnatural light of what we had done. Could we really justify what we had done so? 
 
 I looked down at the table in front of me. Robert's notebook was left open and I took a moment to read what he had written therein. Robert always had a way for words, and so it was unsurprising that his simple note would tie up my feelings so nicely. There, written in his careful script was a passage from a holy book: 
 
 *Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds*
