At that, Jonas could only quirk his lips ruefully. “They might destroy me, Douglas, but never the Breeds as a whole. Haven’t you figured it out yet? We’re here to stay.”
“You’ll die,” Douglas predicted.
“And of that, I have no doubt.”
With those parting words, Jonas left the room, closed the door behind him and walked the long expanse of hall back to the control room.
Douglas’s screams followed him. Enraged now, finally. Filled with pain, filled with broken, hollow anger. And Jonas had no mercy.
He was created to know no mercy. He was created to know no love. He was created to destroy his entire species, and he was damned if he would allow that to happen.