"Do you think I should count on you?" Linda said. "No. I won't count on anyone anymore. Everyone abandoned me. Now I can only rely on myself."
"I'm glad you see it that way," Kent said. "I'm not trying to help you, either. I have something I need to do on my own. Everyone should know about the evil things that happened in this town. I'm going to expose them. Not just you—your parents, your children, your neighbors, relatives, friends, those believers, the town government, and the police... What exactly they did back then, and what they failed to do, should be made crystal clear to everyone."
"Does that mean anything?"
"Of course. You may think those people will never change. They may already hold high positions now, and they may not care if someone digs up events from so many years ago. They think we can't shake them, but no—we can."
"If they truly feared nothing, they wouldn't have chosen to cover it up when it happened. They desperately suppressed the news, erased the victims' existence, and kept anyone from speaking out. That proves they were scared to death."
"If they weren't afraid of us, why would they try to wipe us out? And the more they fear something, the more we should do it. When you hear someone roar in anger, it means you've stepped on their sore spot. What you need to do is press harder until they give in. They'll fail in the end."
"Really?" Linda looked somewhat contemptuous. "Whether when they were doing those things or now, no one has paid even the slightest price. Not a single one."
"I know. In the society they built, they're like gods. No one can resist them. People who grow up in that kind of society will think