"You think I can't kill you, Brute?" said Goat coldly. "I'll show you!"
With a surgeon's precision, Goat plunged the sharp point between Brute's ribs and into the heart.
Shock swept over Brute's mind.
Father kills me!
Reject! Reject!
Father, all kindness, all hope, all wisdom and love, wants me no more. Father rejects me! Father kills me!
Reject! Reject!
Blackness swept fading through Brute's despairing brain.
One agonized note of pleading in the pale-blue eyes, and they closed in acceptance. Brute swayed and fell forward, crashing to the floor, driving the knife into his chest to the hilt.