There, against the wall farthest from the cave entrance. There was a light-colored shape on the floor at the very back of the cave. The shape didn't move, but somehow, he knew the worst had happened. He knew this lifeless shape he could barely see was the kid. He knew that he had slaughtered the boy. His heart fell, shattered, to his toes.<br/><br/>"No..." he croaked, and rolled to his feet, "No... no... no..."<br/><br/>Staggering, he moved to the kid's side and knelt beside him. He couldn't bring himself to look at the kid's face. Instead, began checking for injuries. He was shocked to see that, other than the wear and tear of the road, there were no gruesome injuries. The kid wasn't moving... but he wasn't torn to pieces as he expected. Confused, he raised his gaze to look at the kid's face and found him staring up at him, terror in his eyes.<br/><br/>Of course he would see terror there. It was understandable, but it still hurt. He pulled back immediately, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. The kid would be terrified of him because of what he'd done. He deserved it.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Please. Forgive me. I'm so sorry...."