For the first time the eyes glared back at me. He didn’t look so helpless in that chair. “Because doing it my way, everyone would have the same chance to survive. There would be no favourites, no new master race, and no privileged salvation. Doing it your way, you decide who lives and dies. No one has the right to do that: not me, not you, not your masters, not the jokes we call our leaders, nobody.”
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