"Hey, you bastard—why'd you take that man's soul? Noah wasn't good, but he wasn't evil either!" Artemis was shouting right in my face.
I pushed her back a little; she'd gotten way too close and sprayed spit across my cheek.
"Good or evil doesn't matter, Artemis. Yes, when Noah gained power, he helped people because he had to. You can't even imagine what people will do when they're forced. Noah killed people. He used human experiments to make sacrifices that were 'necessary' and to raise the world's level."
"Is that wrong? I don't see the problem. I'd do the same for you." She clasped her hands together.
I narrowed my eyes. "No need. I don't want your help. Noah was gray—neither good nor evil, like you said—but in my book, human experiments don't become 'good' just because they push society forward. The biggest leaps always come right after wars. Destruction and progress are linked. But you don't keep the world in constant war."
