Interlude: Confusion
The dagger bounced as it hit the ground, blood stained the grass that brushed against the blade. A usually sharp-eyed young man with black hair fell down as he stumbled back. His eyes were wide and he was breathing wildly. His eyes were fixed on a single thing — a large wound on a green-haired man's neck. The man was lying, still, on the ground before him. A little blood still dripped out of a gaping stab wound on his neck.
I did it… I… took his life. He deserves this… He deserves to die… right? Right? So why…
"Hk-"
Do I feel like I did something so wrong… so terrible?
"Ghk-"
His breathing sped up, and he began hyperventilating. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
A brown-haired young man wearing a beat-up blue coat stepped towards him. He crouched down and said something the black-haired young man didn't hear. The man was shaking, his eyes wide.
I killed him. I killed him. He deserved to die… He did, right? A murderer like him? He killed me so many times!
"Ghk… ah… urgk-"
The black-haired man leaned to his side and vomited. He closed his eyes.
I killed him… I took his life… he deserved it… he did!
The man clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
"Ah… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
And screamed his throat raw.
The brown-haired man looked down, feeling sorry for the young man.
The black-haired young man stopped screaming, his eyes closing from his nausea, and collapsed. His breathing slowed as he fell into sleep.