C2958 Torture(5)

"Clang!" The middle-aged monk dropped his knife. His hands were shaking.

"I am sorry. Don't blame me. Don't blame me. My disciple, don't blame me..."

He was a human after all. He had a moral bottom line and a basic humanity. He wanted to live, but the guilt and shame of having killed his own apprentice made it hard for him to breathe. He sat on his knees, gasping like a fish out of water