The layers of ice

An inconveniant truth

-Why did you kill them ? I yell.

The color of his eyes changed, they were green now. A part of my mind wondered why but I was engulfed in such a rage I couldn't think straight.

But he smears.

I feel so angry, so guilty, so helpless ! And he just smilles as if two lives were nothing!It makes me feel incredibly weak...

-Why ? Answer me !

-So angry, he chuckles. They ignored the law, they got punished...

-But why did you kill them ? You could denounce them to police!

He rolls his eyes and I feel the urge to punch him.

-For them to go to court only to be released because there is no jury which would condemn religion related crimes in my territory ? Justice is justice. Mercy isn't necessary, neither is it desirable.

It makes sense, it's perfectly sensible... it makes me even more furious !

-But you are all mighty ! Can't you prison them yourself?

His outrageous smile suddenly disappears and I know I made a mistake.

-Was wondering when you would bring it up, he murmurs. Why do you Russians like prisons that much ?

My god...

The atmosphere turns gloomy.

I know what he means...

-Don't you think enough of your kind died in these so called prisons ? How many again ? Right, no one knows. Not even gods can count the corpses in the ice. Not even gods can match humans hypocrisy. Your blood thirst has no limits but guilt can destroy you as well... so you call extermination camps "prisons".

Guilt is like an enormous hand which hold my heart and try to mash it, guilt for something that has nothing to do with me.

-No many knew...

-Are you kidding me ? Everyone knows. Everyone is afraid. But no one thinks about it, out of fear and cowardice. Humans like to lie to themselves, for their sanity not to melt away... Look at you, with your blood soaked hands blaming mines.

-I didn't...

My voice is unsure, weak...

-You are alive because they are dead. Your father is military... The men in your family are military ? Since when ? There is no way you are a noble descendants. So your blood is that of the first red army ?

I don't know. I don't know the full story. But these photos at my grandmother's place... Army. Red Army...

I can't argue back. It would be lying...

He walks past me...

-So don't point your finger at me. Human are not better than me. And neither are you.