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[Bailey] As we reached the staging house, I grew frustrated with Ian’s silence. I knew that telling him I thought children were monsters, too, would make him think I was more like the other hunters. What I hadn’t realized was how much like me he was. Much of my frustration was because I would have hated me, too. When people back home bragged about how many monsters they saved the world from in their raids, I knew several were likely to be children. Some of my family members would go on the raids, but wouldn’t hurt kids. Sadly, they also wouldn’t stop anyone else. Ian probably imagined I was one of those. The ones who wouldn’t take part, but also wouldn’t stop anyone else. In a way, I guess I was. I stayed away from those family members and wouldn’t talk to them after hearing them brag.
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