...continuation of books...
He stood there and watched her for a moment. He couldn't really say what it was about her, but something seemed different about the way she made her way through the shelves of books. She seemed so engrossed, as though she were outside of the world she stood in. A part of him wanted to walk away so as not to disturb the peaceful trance the books appeared to have on her. Walking away would be the smart thing to do. She was not his usual target. Under normal circumstances his words would be cruel, but here even more so. He could hide behind the guise of science. It would be easy enough to blame his actions on science. His experiment, however, was very specific. And she did not fit the profile. With any good experiment there needed to be some type of control group. The need to limit the variables was crucial in turning conjecture into well-founded fact. He glanced over his shoulder at his friend only to be greeted with an encouraging nod. Turning back to his quarry and shook his head at himself for what he was about to do.
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