But it could have been. Easily.
This is how it will happen
Amanda - I feel as though using the crow somehow would be fitting... as well as letting Todd watch helpless.
Sam - I will tie her up and throw her into the East Wing, since she seems to be so fond of the place. Maybe, when I burn this house to the ground, something exciting will happen to her. Or not, but she'll be there forever.
Steele - I will make the prideful bastard swallow every pill in the house hold. In his drunken stupor, I will send him off, give him a good running start. Then the hunt will begin. He's the only one I wish to give a fighting chance.
August - I will make August drink bleach. As much as I can find. Or maybe just stick his head in a bucket of it, too make it faster.
Doc - I will take her scalpel, and I will play the game of "How many pieces can I lop off before she dies?"
Spencer - Spencer will be my masterpiece. I will sew his eyes, his ears, remove the teeth, the tongue, the limbs. Let him know, what it is like, to be trapped. Perhaps I will dress him in a suit.
Maybe Todd will get arrested for all this. And the cop who arrests him will catch The Man. And all of his prisoners will catch The Man. And all their families. It will be the most elegant disease. If there is one thing I envy about Him, it's his communicability.
I want that. I want to attach to people; spread, as it were. I've been living too long in just one brain.
Can I not stop myself from typing? Never mind. They will merely think it's Todd going insane.
...Shit. If only streams of consciousness had backspace keys.