Not only was his whole existence eradicated, which would save people further from his nonsensical theories, but I also felt it was the right thing to do, though my head told me otherwise.
I touched his corpse and thought of an empty desert while I flipped the coin.
My feet sank a bit into the sand, the lifeless body slipping from my hand when I opened my eyes. So corpses could be transported with me.
I put the mask away, finally able to breathe again, conjured up a shovel, and started digging. First, the sand was annoying, but when I went deeper, it became easier. In the end, I had a human-sized, really deep hole, where I threw the doctor in before I closed it up again.
When I finished burying him, I looked at the sky in the desert; nothing near me, all alone, the stars shining so brightly, and a deep loneliness overcame me. At the same time, it also felt right, just like murdering the doctor was.
As if I should be alone, away from everything I could bring doom to.
