I feel a pang of guilt. People are dying because of me. And yet, I cannot let go of my own life and survival.
The weight of a life that they are placing into my shoulders, they are forcing it unto me! So, if I don't accept it, am I truly as rotten as they say?
Yet, as I look into the eyes of the soldier, I see something that rattles me. Fear and desperation. These men are not just following orders, they are trapped in their own suffering under Marcus' rule.
"We can't continue killing the villagers because of you," he says through gritted teeth.
The soldier's grip loosens slightly, and I cough, gasping for breath.
"What do you want from me?" I manage to choke out.
"We want you to stop running," another soldier steps forward. "And turn yourself in."
I scoff at their request. "And what will happen if I do? Will Commander Marcus spare the villagers?"
