“Ignorance is a poor excuse for murder.”

            With seven words he passes judgment on me. Automatically I tried to give him comfort. How could he have known that his research would lead to the bombing of Hiroshima? He was doing what he was told; someone else exploited his research. I was trying to reassure myself, too. But he speaks his own condemnation. “Ignorance is a poor excuse for murder.” My condemnation. All those years, all those sims…all those murders on my hands. The crazy old man and I, we condemn ourselves.

            Doesn’t being an innocent little boy count for anything?