"So this is what it feels like to kill someone with my own hands," I pondered.
I couldn't help but think about how easily I had killed him, and how the constant exposure to death and brutality had made me immune to feeling remorse against my enemy.
"I took revenge for you," I murmured softly as I approached Rak's lifeless body.
His life had been abruptly and violently taken from him with a stab to the neck, the blade cruelly piercing his spinal cord, causing him to die instantly. In some ways, I think it was better this way – a sudden death, sparing him from the torment of a slower and more agonizing death.
Gazing down his pitiful state, a sense of loss washed over me.
Thinking more about it. It wasn't guilt I felt for his death but a mixture of emotions. I was troubled by the fact that he had died under my wing. His passing made me confront the harsh reality that death could come swiftly and unexpectedly to anyone.
