[The logic is sound. It's also like a nail to the sternum, an unexpected drillbit rammed into the spot where their heart still throbs, despite all their attempts to the contrary.]
[Until they don't want us anymore.]
[Easy. Easy, right? How easy is that to accomplish? They're just kids. Of no worth to adults. Get in the way. Get underfoot. Annoying, inarticulate dead weight.]
[It's not what they said, or that they said it at all. It's how they say it. Matter-of-fact. Like the simple, certain solution that it is.]
[There's no reason that should pull a drawstring around their throat.]
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[Until they don't want us anymore.]
[Easy. Easy, right? How easy is that to accomplish? They're just kids. Of no worth to adults. Get in the way. Get underfoot. Annoying, inarticulate dead weight.]
[It's not what they said, or that they said it at all. It's how they say it. Matter-of-fact. Like the simple, certain solution that it is.]
[There's no reason that should pull a drawstring around their throat.]
Well. That ought to be easy.