I see myself getting caught, I see myself getting caged, I see somebody attempt to train me, and I feel myself dying.
I breathed out again and let the arrow gun in my hand disappear to press my palms against my eyes.
"It's alright, Kenny, it's alright." Henry used an ultra-soothing tone while kissing my hair and stroking my chest.
"I don't want to kill any more innocent beings." I choked up and heard the crystals in my mind crunch, as if they were weighted down.
"You don't have to. Let me do it, or we won't do it at all. I don't mind rats running around; we can stay in the house and build a sturdier fence around it. If something slips through, I'll take care of it, or I'll catch it and let it go." More little pecks rained on top of my head.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." More enticing words that soothed me into calmness.
It is laughable that I say stuff like this, having just killed a human being. However, this 'human' hadn't been innocent.
