"The last one?" Henry asked, and I remembered that he couldn't know.
While walking—part climbing, part jumping—and still keeping an eye on the orange zombie, I told him about the whole Teddy and Baldie ordeal.
"I understand."
"Mhm, now I have really ended up as a murderer." I don't know why I had to emphasize that.
"Why is it murder when it's self-defense? I would kill them any time for attacking you."
I stayed silent, feeling somewhat relieved by his reaction.
"Besides, the world is changing. You can't use morals from a few centuries ago in the present time, and you can't use morals from the present time in this new world. I told you already, there will be no laws."
"Mhm, we are the law now." I joked, reminded of Henry boasting about being the law in my apartment before we visited the morgue. It felt as if it had happened in another life.
"Hahaha, yeah." He laughed.
