I felt like throwing up.
Really, I did.
I stared at the blood that was all over him, all over me. I stared at the blade that had finished it all, the red streaked silver that was still jutting from his body.
My stomach threatened to quit on me.
I killed...
I killed...
I know, I know, I've been fighting him for so long. I've been hunting him, dreaming him, seeing him when he's not there.
It's turned into an obsession.
I killed...
I killed...
But watching him fall, feeling his heart stop, his lungs collapse, I realized for the first time that he had been a human being. Maybe someone had loved him. Maybe he had loved someone back. And I also realized...
I killed...
I killed...
I realized that he had been fighting for his home. For his kingdom. As I had fought for mine.
Did he have wishes?
Other than defeating me, I mean.
I killed...
I killed...
It's not easy, losing. But sometimes, it's even harder to win.
I killed him.
I killed him.
I regret it.
I don't know if that makes me crazy...or human.