Avren stood in shock, staring into the space where the man had stood moments before. Blood dripped from his blade, dotting the white snow. He glanced around, looking for any sign of the man, but to no avail. He looked back at the footprints in front of him.
He didn’t know what to feel, how to feel.
I nearly killed someone.
His hands began to shake, and he couldn’t bring himself to move. He had been an enemy, yes, but in the moment that didn’t seem to matter. But then, that thought was silenced by a louder one.
I let him get away.
Avren’s grip tightened on his knife. If only he’d been faster.