She stood before him. Her knife clutched in one hand. One move and it would be over.
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She couldn't do it.
In the heat of the moment, in the fight-or-flight, do-or-die response, the decision to kill or not to kill is one made more of instinct than of the conscious mind. The conscious is deliberately inhibited in order to allow ourselves to do things our rational human intellect would agonise over. To kill in cold blood must be learned.
And it was too late for that.
He stared at her. “Do it.”
“As man is an organism, so society as a whole functions as one, each part of the body fulfilling a certain task, some healthier than others, some more vicious than others, some more able to duplicate themselves than others, spreading their vision of the world through trade and conquest. Like any organism, a society will adapt, change itself according to the climate.
“We – you, I, others like us – are merely fulfilling a role. Rebel and ruler, insurrectionist and king. Roles created out of the mass, required by this organism in order to mutate and survive. If we did not exist the world would have to create us – and create us it did, the right people in the right place to determine where we go from here.
“In the death of one world, another is born. Do what you must do.”