Kevin sighed. "I cain't. If'n they send me t'jail, they might take Mimsy back." He wasn't worried about jail. He was worried about losing his puppy. Because he loved her more than he could articulate.

Kevin looked up at Zach and just nodded. "Good. I wish we could've gone in earlier, but I didn't think... I hoped they'd all jus' die. That we wouldn't have to..." Kevin hated using his powers, but he couldn't hate them now. He'd killed one of those things before and even to his powers they'd been so wrong. His powers normally gave him a rush, a surge of endorphins that scattered along his nerves making it nice to use them. Those things had just made him sick.