Three questions in a row.
Yin Chao answered no to all of them.
"Then you're much luckier than I am," Mo Nan said.
"Humans... really are strange creatures. They know their own weaknesses inside out.
"The year my country was drawn into war, I joined the army, my blood burning just like every other patriotic young man's.
"But war was far crueler than I had imagined.
"Coming across homeless elderly people and children on the battlefield was nothing unusual.
"They were frail and helpless, vulnerable people who posed no threat, yet the moment you turned around, they could bare sharp claws and fangs at your unguarded back and neck."
"No one wanted to pay for unnecessary kindness with their life."
"So whenever we saw them, we chose to kill them. A scrawny child lay dying at my feet, curled up, as weak as a newborn rabbit...
"I couldn't do it... I really couldn't...
"But this was war... One day, the mercy I still had left would get me killed."
"I started numbing myself. I had to survive. I still had a family.
"Wouldn't living as a thoroughly evil person, or a psychopath, be easier than living with guilt and pain?
"That was what I kept telling myself.
"Later, the war ended, and I returned to the home I hadn't seen in so long.
"But killing had become like an addictive psychoactive drug to me. I could no longer tell whether it was my camouflage or truly... something I craved with a passion..."
Mo Nan grew somewhat agitated. He paused for a few seconds, regaining his usual composure before continuing.
"One stormy night, I picked up an axe and chopped off my mother's head.
"The rush of blood sent my adrenaline soaring.
"As though I were facing those vicious enemies, I