The decision weighed on Leon like a physical burden, pressing down on his shoulders with the responsibility of what he was about to do. Garrett sat across from him in the earthen chamber, perfectly still, those dead eyes waiting without expectation or concern.
I can't let him remain unchecked, Leon thought, the logic cold but undeniable. Not when I don't know what might trigger him. Not when a single wrong stimulus could turn him into something catastrophic.
The memory of the abyssal corruption in the king of shampain is still fresh in his mind – that monster wearing human skin, spreading corruption like a disease. Garrett wasn't at that level yet, but the potential was there, lurking beneath that emotionless surface like a bomb waiting for the right conditions to detonate.
It's not punishment, Leon rationalized. He hasn't done anything wrong. This is prevention. Protection. For everyone's safety – including his own.
