"One thousand...five hundred...and three," a tiny emotionless voice barely audible over din could be heard. There was a loud clearing of a throat and then Fisher spoke up louder at a normal speaking voice.
"One thousand...five hundred...and three. Because that is how many people die. How can you all just stand there and talk about killing innocent people like that?!" She looked around at everyone pleadingly with tears welling up in her eyes. "You're all monsters. How can you possibly even consider that that is ok? What gives any of you the right to choose to kill those people so thoughtlessly? Fifty four children die that night. CHILDREN!" she shrieked the word as she repeated it.
She shuddered to herself as she remembered a certain child that she was directly responsible for brutally killing and eating in front of her mother in another timeline. Was that how it started? Making compromises? Allowing things to happen for the greater good? Then taking that first step to unspeakable crimes to save humanity?
"No!" Fisher said her voice normal once more, her cheeks still wet. "I refuse to allow that to happen. We just have to stop it right? If we pitch the stuff over the side then they would need to find it in twelve thousand feet of water over literal miles of ocean. For all we know sinking it is what they want, i can think of a lot of horrific things that can be done with one thousand five hundred and three sacrifices in ritual. What about you? Besides talking about sinking something at this point is pretty premature."
"No! we find another way," she said flatly her voice resolute.