Just Like All The Others

"We'll All Be Killed!" Robert screamed, his voice reverberated across the sewer walls. He quieted his voice, just in case anyone was listening. Conrad slowly turned to face Robert. His face dimly illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "Robert, my dear friend, once we finish this, finish what we started. We won't be simple individuals. We become an idea. And you can never kill an idea..."