text: It takes all your willpower to keep your blade from meeting his flesh. Still, your anger does not subside, and your voice comes out in a low growl when you speak, "What the fuck are you doing?"
  
  
  It is then that Oscar breaks into tears.He falls to his knees. "I... I... I couldn't bare to lose her! I loved her so much! When she got sick, I was heartbroken... And when she died I couldn't accept it! I didn't want to lose her!" He can't find it in himself to continue, instead letting out a heart wrenching sob. "Please, sir... If you must, end my life. I wish... I wish to buried next to her."
  
  
  The grip on your sword tightens. You're not sure what to do with this pitiful old man.
  > You won't kill him. You know the pain he is going through, has been going through.
  With a sigh, you place your sword back onto your back. Then, you kneel down to be at eye level with the sobbing man. Despite the emotions you want to show, you find your voice being almost monotone as you speak. "I know the pain you're going through. I lost my love when she and I were young, far too young. You should be grateful for the time you had with her."
  
  
  He wipes his eyes slowly, but he says nothing.
  
  
  "It's time to let go."
  
  
  With that his tears are dried. It seems as though a weight is lifted from his shoulders with your words.
  
  
  "I... Thank you, for your words. I'll... I'll bury her, under her favorite tree. You can stay for breakfast, if you'd like. I won't be long." He picks himself up off the floor, and you do as well.
  
  
  "I think I will." With that, you head downstairs, while Oscar begins to retrieve his wife's corpse. He leaves for the yard, while you sit and wait in his living room. He comes back an hour or so later, makes porridge, and serves it to you. The two of you eat in silence, before you stand and make your leave.
  
  
  Life must go on. The pain that one endures is what makes them human. You know that all too well.
  
  
  THE END