The thief's face crumpled and his tears began to flow freely now. He lowered his head to the ground, bowing in complete submission.
"You're right! You're absolutely right! I deserve it!" he cried. "But please, don't kill me! I don't want to die! I- I can leave! You'll never see me again, I swear! Just… please!"
Kyle raised the [Aurora Fang], the edge humming with latent energy as he prepared to deliver the final blow. He told himself that this was the right thing to do.
He had made a promise to kill the thief and the thief's life wasn't worth sparing. It was justice even.
Yet, as the blade hovered above the man's bowed head, Kyle hesitated.
'Why am I hesitating?' Kyle thought, his mind battling itself. 'He deserves this. I said I would do it. I should do it.'
The thief's pitiful sobs echoed in the stillness, each one like a weight pressing down on Kyle's chest. The image of the thief's terrified face was seared into his mind, his humanity laid bare.
