Indecisive

"You don't have a choice Daniel. Come or she dies." My gun remains steady. I know there isn't a choice. Shoot and she dies. Surrender and thousands die. Rocks jab through the thin soles of my shoes and the police shout useless compromises in the background. I can't help him. I won't be responsible for the deaths that follow and if the last link to my past dies… I'm not going to be able to live with that. I lose myself… or…

"Yes I do." Cold metal presses to my jaw and there's finally silence.

It's not like I had a choice.