Book of Random Ideas

Guilty

Ciara looked at the kniife in her hand. It was quoted in thick crimsion liquid.

Next to the young woman, was her brother. He stared at the scene before him. He knew that he shouldn't feel sorry for those criminals... But he did...

It surprised him that his sister was ever so calm about this... It scared him as she just looked so numb to this...

"Don't you feel guilty? Like at all?" He questioned her, staring at the mutilated bodies.

She stared him in the eyes. They were daj and cold, yet... They held an unknown peace to them... The type religous people would talk about. 

"I don't have time to feel guilty. And neither do you." 

Charlie smiled slightly before nodding. He knew she was right. Ciara was always right, she was the oldest after all... She knows what's best for the two orphans...