It makes you feel less than helpless, and ever so slightly more than insignificant. Although I must say you’re not wrong, you are the aggressor, I’d go as far as to say the executioner, even. But more importantly you are the outsider, in a sick township, that’s become stark raving mad. Damn near the whole city’s population has gone rabid. You’re far from the only monster in those shadows. And the beheading of innocent child for profit, oh, how their blood sings! It's enough to make a man sick. Honestly, it almost looks like everything is afraid of you. But yet again, they attack you, and make you afraid of yourself. Betrayal to your own conviction, oh well... You'll be one of them, sooner or later.