At that thought, the unease in Albert's heart only deepened. Targeting mutants specifically, killing them, and devouring their hearts—this was exactly what Jameson had done. No, it was even worse than Jameson.
At the very least, Jameson hadn't ripped hearts out in broad daylight.
Yet at the same time, Albert felt an indescribable sense of dissonance. Something was off—but what?
It was then that Hayes spoke. "But why do they only kill mutants? Could it be that a mutant's heart tastes different from an ordinary person's?"
"…," Albert hesitated, words caught in his throat.
Sure enough, one lie required countless other lies to sustain it; concealment was the same. He desperately wanted to share what he knew with Hayes, but…
Hayes didn't notice Albert's inner struggle.
He looked up at the sky, his expression changing immediately. "It's getting late. Let's find a place to stay first. And see if we can find anyone to question."
