Haruki no longer remembered what had been going through his head the first time he’d killed. All he recalled was the sight of those he’d once loved with all the helpless force of a scared, scarred child covered in red and utterly still. He hadn’t felt grief or triumph when he realized they weren’t struggling anymore. He’d just felt—
I really like reading about morally grey queer characters. This got a bit too angsty for me but it is a quick easy read and I will later read more from Nicola Kapron.