Butchering the child was the only sensible thing to do.
The community had decided that he would not die in vain. Supplied were low, after all. The winter was especially harsh. The town was so remote that provisions would not arrive in time, and the knowledge of our actions would not reach the outside world until the next thaw; seemingly, a lifetime away.
We chose to build a community here and we will not watch it whither away as we tear at each other in anguish. We are good people.
We did what me must to survive.
You would, too.