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This is the permission he’s been waiting for.
No. He never needed permission. He’d just needed an excuse a cause, and the skill to see it through. Now that he’s seen how easy it is to get away with, he’s free to embrace violence at last. It had been there, slow and aimless under the ice, before it had known the barrel it would be loaded in, the targets it would strike. Now, its aim is clear – the world is made worse while assholes still breathe, and the solution is obvious.
He’ll reshape the world, the way it should be.