Arthur looked at the trail of blood left behind by Owes as he crawled. Although Owes was just a child, like everyone else, he was living for something, willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant giving up everything.
As the hooks dragged the armor, the sharp gleam of a sword tore through the rain. Arthur didn't know exactly what Owes was living for, but he knew well enough that now, Owes had obtained what he wanted.
"No, I didn't destroy him. On the contrary, I saved him, Swift."
Arthur's voice was low; he never regretted this decision.
He gave that child a path to gain miracles, even though it ended in bottomless darkness, in chilling coldness.
