Gabriel pov
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I thrust my hand out, a symphony of blades followed the poise of my hand. And the child, he who had stolen from my friend… my Jade. He was slaughtered, blades pierced his chest and impaled him upon the dirt path.
There was blood, there was screaming, amongst the most were the screams of my conscience that wanted nothing more than to heal and apologize. But I found that slight spot of weakness and crushed it.
Any and all emotion was drained from my face. None of my skills allowed for this control. No, it was pure and utter mental will that allowed for me to slaughter the child in cold blood. Jade stared at me with this complicated expression.
I had no time to decipher it. I had no time to answer the slow reaching ebb of guilt brought forth by the grimace upon the two. But this was my job, and this revolution… this bloody regime change wouldn't come without the blood of cities upon my hands.
