[ As Amos stumbles through the rationalization most people must undertake to make sense of their actions and accept the taboo of murdering a child, Bondrewd looks on in silence. Nonjudgmental and, in his own way, completely unphased by it; he remembers those who die when it comes to scientific pursuits, children included. And to be fair, he's never thought of children as humans when his work has had a need for the prolific existence. ]

There absolutely was another way — you could have just let him rampage. You were not asked to stop Mister Schneider.

[ He points it out with that empty, calm distinction that he possesses. A merciless calm, and a genial, deep tone; mechanical and direct, he points at the center of Amos's mass as if to call attention directly to him. Amos made that choice, and he hadn't needed to. ]

Not every monster needs to be stopped, Mister Burton. You terminated my observations long before they reached a satisfactory conclusion, but I do not hold that against you. My research continues on in other ways.

[ Mildly said! As he begins to take some of the man's burden and gather it into his own arms. ]

Why does hurting the child bother you more than hurting Mister Schneider?