Hell, I don't know! I've never had to try and kill a bird person, have you?


[ Part of him wanted to just get away from the vent, forget that it had happened and walk away from that pile of crumpled feathers at his feet but he found himself staring at that spot on the wall. ]

It doesn't matter now, though, I guess; not now that you closed the vent. It's not like anything can get out now, right?