It had been arranged. The duel would be at sunrise. Does he know? Does he know that it is the very same place where-
I think he knows. He chose the place for a reason.
I remember what happened to my son, the sadness I felt, I still feel.
Why him? Why my son?
And with those thoughts, my sadness turns to anger. Men have no honor. Even if I were to purposely miss, I would still die! He wouldn't respect my gun pointing up, the same would happen to me that happened to-
I can hardly write, I am so filled with anger.
I can't just leave Eliza... the children...
My resolve hardens. I am shooting. I am shooting to kill.
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It had been arranged. The duel would be at sunrise. I had realized too late what the place was. As I remember his son's unfortunate death, I think of how he must feel. I try to put myself in his shoes.
He completely ruined his reputation, losing all of his friends and any chance to ever be president.
He lost his son. I think of my wife's death, and the sadness that seems to never go away. I know what it's like to lose a loved one.
And quite suddenly, my anger disappears. He's just trying to pick up the pieces of a broken life, like I was not too long ago. I remember breaking down at every little thing, challenging people over jokes.
And anyhow, I know what he will do in the duel. Who else would've given Philip that advice?
My resolve hardens. I am throwing away my shot.
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"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 PACES FIRE!"
"WAIT!"