I sucked a deep breath, genuinely surprised by how Rexerd's confessions went from nervously worrying about what the Syndicate might do with his help to showing no remorse even after conducting experiments on children.
Someone said it right — curiosity kills more than just the cat.
Push it far enough, and it stops being noble. Stops being brave. It becomes something else entirely.
Obsession.
And Rexerd, according to his journals, had crossed that line a long time ago.
His passion was no longer about discovery. No longer about freeing humans from a predestined fate.
It was now about proving himself right. About feeding the hunger gnawing at his pride and pain.
I closed the journal, feeling a strange mixture of disgust and fascination churning in my gut.
He was a monster.
But he was also… onto something.
And that was the scariest part.
After taking a short break, I started reading through his logs again, this time more solemnly than before.
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