<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>They day passed along with little signs of the men that had commited the act behind them.  Terrence had spent the whole day trying to justify his actions.  His mind was caught in the oldest argument man had ever known.<br/>Right or wrong?  <br/>Was killing the boy an act of righteous mercy, or cold-blooded error?  The question tore at his already unstable head like a claw, vicious in it's internal rummagings.<br/><br/>Perhaps the hardest bit of it all was that for the first time he had managed to not only disappoint, but outright devestate Sara.  He loved her, that was one of the few things he knew, but did he love her enough to put aside his own mental deficiency and the lessons of his past.  It all made him want to turn his own weapon on himself, and what better way to go than to take his life with his own weapon.  He quickly rectified his thought that Sara would be more deserving of that task than anybody he had known.  He wondered whether or not she was wanting to.  She was walking behind him, rather than closely beside him like she often did.<br/><br/><br/>Later on in the day, as the sun was creeping behind the mountains to hide from the moon, Terrence and Sara set up their camp, though it was a tentative and awkward affair.  He left her to tend to the fire while he set up their tent, as crude as it was.  The night closed in shortly after and Terrence sat across from her, much like the night of their first palaver.  He sat, staring at her for a long time, trying hard to study her face.  The forlorn look she wore said much about how she had felt about his actions.  He couldn't think to justify himself now, looking into her eyes he discovered that he was wrong.  His actions were rash and violent.  Even though he could keep arguing with himself and explaining his actions, he could not bring himself to agree.  For the sake of his beloved, he had to accept his wrong-doing.<br/><br/>&amp;quot;I was wrong,&amp;quot; he spoke at length, and found that the concentration he had built up was not enough to keep his eyes on her, and he looked down at his crossed legs.</div></blockquote>