I just so happened to have maintained a small community of fish. A mix of sword-tails, mollies, janitor fish and kataba. That's all in the past tense now because right at this moment - they are all dead. At the rate of one (1) casualty fish per day, they all...slowly... perished. Something killed all of my fish. I don't know what, but I did everything I can to save them. I bought all fish meds, did water changes, turned on all oxygen sources. I did what I can and by golly I'll do it again.
I don't know why I care so much about these fish. Fish don't show emotions. Fish are never loyal. They are "atheists" so to speak. They are just there for display. They are just trying to survive, just trying to get along.
Maybe it's because of ownership - the feeling that they "belong" to me. Maybe it's because I want to play god - I want them to depend on me just like how we depend on God.
Could it be that I was partly to blame for their death? If so - I killed them. God killed them.