His face still bears congealed blood and sallow gashes, and then he tries to say my name, his cracked lips failing at the first syllable. It was a sadness in his eyes now, a heaviness, and an unyielding sorrow as they follow the glinting metal in my hands.

He wakes up with tears and lungs screaming. The nightmare, it felt so vivid and real, he couldn’t believe he just killed him.