we all have a monster inside of us

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we've all got  a monster inside of us
we're responsible for what is does when we let it out

Lincoln's father looked at the broken skai man and he thought, for a glimmer of a moment, that they would help him. Then his father turn to face the boy and spoke in their native tongue while handing him an old, worn dagger. Kill him, stab him in the heart. Lincoln knew what to do and yet he didn't want to. Instead he stared at his father, the dagger now in his own trembling hand and he couldn't force himself to do it.

He could feel the anger and disappointed radiating from his father as he turned and walked back to their village with this final words saying that he better be dead when Lincoln returned. The boy knelt beside the broken man, dagger gripped tightly in his hands. Felt his chest rise and fall with wanting to sob but he held it in. Warriors didn't sob, they didn't cry. Not for their enemy and yet Linc couldn't even view this man as the enemy. He was just broken, wanting help, who was he to deny that?

And yet he did it. Whispering his apologies over and over as he slipped the knife between the man's chest, the tip of the blade piercing the heart. "Yo gonplei stei odon." Lincoln murmured, pulling the dagger free. Blood coated his hand in its warm embrace and since he'd been kneeling in the ground next to the man, he had also been kneeling in the man's blood. His body had broken from landing on the ground; including a broken spine. Impact had caused his skin to split open as well which was how he was now kneeling in the blood.

With the man dead, Lincoln stayed for a few more minutes, fighting with himself on the inside. He kept hold of the dagger even as he pulled himself to his feet, his mind ablaze and his body in a lull. Instead of heading to his home, he made his way towards one place where he knew was safe. His father would just grunt and tell him how proud he was even after he was being weak for not killing immediately. Lincoln could not see his father right now, angry at him for forcing his hand and giving him no choice. He walked the long way so he didn't have to go past his house and followed the familiar pathway to one of the only healer's in their village.

The boy reached out and knocked on the wooden frame, his voice crackling with emotion. "Nyko?"

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