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I sheathed my sword. "You can't kill me. Your conscience won't allow it." My gaze turned cold. "You're under the impression that your feelings will go away. But they won't. Their intensity will decrease, but you'll still be unable to go through with it."

I picked up her weapon and tossed it to her. My expression was soft again, as was my voice. "The only reason I stay now is if I get away, which I will. You'll have failed and God will pass his judgment upon you. I don't want to see you suffer as I did." As I looked at her, a feeling that I had never felt washed over me. It wasn't lust, or compassion. I racked my brain to figure out what it was. I made no sign of what I was thinking