AN: Its kind of cliche, but I just had to write it, please review, thanks!

Selfishness

I want to cry. I want to take my blade and run it through whomever did this to you.

As you lay dieing in my arms I find myself cursing my God, your Gods, and most of all myself.

So many bodies lay around me. So many of my men, and of the Saxons. So much blood is on my hands its a wonder if they'll ever be clean.

But that's not what's important.

The important thing is that your dead and its all my fault. You died because I was selfish. I tried to tell you to leave. To take the Samarians and be free. Be free because its what you deserved, be free because I was afraid of this.

Of holding your corpse. Of crying over your body.

And now here we are.

I told you to go, to flee, and when you came back to me like the noble knight you are I was too happy to make you go. I'm sorry, my friend. My second in command...

Why couldn't you go?

Is it because you are, well, were, in love with me? Wanted to be with me, even till the end?

But, now I'll never know. My own selfish desire to be with you in the end, can never come true, because I wanted you there at my side.

I guess we were both pretty selfish. And now look at it.

I never told you, did I? Never told you that your important to me? More important than 'my god' whom I spoke to instead of you?

I have fallen to my knees now, tears are running down my face, my sword is stuck in some unknown body, and I scream. Your laying in my arms and I scream, hopping you can hear me. I scream that I love you. That I was selfish to let you stay, to take away your freedom, your life, your love.

I'm sorry. I loved you, I still love you. I wonder where you are right now, if you can hear me. If you can, hear me, I mean, I'm sorry.