It's short, I know. It's about what might have gone through Kalas' head when he killed Giacomo. It certainly went through mine. Giacomo is just a soldier... Kalas has probably killed someone's brother, or grandfather, will all the Imperials he's killed.
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I hate him.
He killed my grandfather, my brother. I gather all the hatred up, channel it into a final blow. Wham! He falls to the ground. I triumph. After so long, he is gone. Gramps and Fee have been avenged.
As he dies, he neither shouts nor curses. He just lies there. "Ayme... Folon... are you alright?" His voice is faded, but I can hear in it that he is worried. His hardened face takes on a saddened expression.
When I look at him again, something has changed. I do not see villain or beast. Instead, I see a man... one who, in different circumstances, might have been a mentor, or even a friend. Suddenly, I wonder something... What was he fighting for? What kept him going when he wanted to give up and die?
Perhaps he was fighting for his country. Loyalty to Alfard. Maybe he had to, maybe he had nowhere else to go. Did Emperor Geldoblame promise him something? Perhaps he was fighting for power. Or, simply to survive. Or maybe he had another reason. Maybe he fought for his friends.
Giacomo lies, dying, on the ground. He's not a villain. We're not that different at all. He's just another soldier.
Just like me.