[i] like a lamb to the slaughter

[unbiaseddeath]

I only know I am not dead because Murder cannot be killed. I was told that I am now a resident of this "New York;" I was unaware there was an old York. What can you tell me of this city aside from its lust for blood? I can feel their hunger and I want only to feed them. Tell me why I should not be allowed to continue my life's purpose

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[sidewayseeing]

Its position entails that it will best explain the deaths of people.
    To tell the how? and when? and why? of its craft.
        To look at death as measurements and figures.

Murder by numbers, of a sorts.

[unbiaseddeath]

A craft suited to my talents, at least. Thank you.

[sidewayseeing]

You are welcome.
Though I imagine it is only very little comfort.

[unbiaseddeath]

Comfort enough. It will allow me to learn more about how I might continue my own purpose, if nothing else.

[search2destroy]

Well, this is a surprise.

[Filter: Phonos]

Mortal law enforcement types are depressingly efficient these days, I'm afraid.

[unbiaseddeath]

Mother.

[Filter: Eris]
I am confident I will find a way, even if the work must be done by other hands than my own.

[Filter: Phonos]

[search2destroy]

That's always the best way, when there's a convenient scapegoat. I'm sure you'll think of something, sweetheart.

[Filter: Eris]

[unbiaseddeath]

I will remember that. Do you have any other words of wisdom to offer?