Let's leave one alive so that it can be lonely. - Arundhati Roy

Ammu explained to Estha and Rahel that people always loved best what they Identified most with.

One beach-colored.
One brown.
One Loved.
One Loved a Little Less.

The twins were too young to know that these were only history’s henchmen. Sent to square the books and collect the dues from those who broke its laws. Impelled by feelings that were primal yet paradoxically wholly impersonal. Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged fear — civilization’s fear of nature, men’s fear of women, power’s fear of powerlessness. Man’s subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify.