[A long, long pause. And then, he recites his truth dully. His terrible truth.]
In the line of my work, I have killed many people. Those people were not simply...standalone evildoers. Many had families. Some...left behind children.
[...]
I, who sliced their parent's throats, ripped them away whatever life they had, brought them to the orphanage and gave them my care. As if that could...make up for anything. As if that could repay a lifetime of sin.
[And now, another haggard sigh, but its pained - this is his bleeding heart, exposed, the very thing that drowns in its own misery. Why did he, a killer, have this much regret? This much guilt? He shouldn't. And yet he does.]
In the end...there is no choice. I will do what has to be done. Come hell, or high water.
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[A long, long pause. And then, he recites his truth dully. His terrible truth.]
In the line of my work, I have killed many people. Those people were not simply...standalone evildoers. Many had families. Some...left behind children.
[...]
I, who sliced their parent's throats, ripped them away whatever life they had, brought them to the orphanage and gave them my care. As if that could...make up for anything. As if that could repay a lifetime of sin.
[And now, another haggard sigh, but its pained - this is his bleeding heart, exposed, the very thing that drowns in its own misery. Why did he, a killer, have this much regret? This much guilt? He shouldn't. And yet he does.]
In the end...there is no choice. I will do what has to be done. Come hell, or high water.