Angel of Mercy

I was eight when I first saw a man executed.
Nine when I saw the tenth.
Ten when I stopped counting.
Before each of these men died I dressed their wounds, bought their food, gave them a smile when they expected a frown. I was their hope, the thing that allowed them to cling to life. Then I sent them to their death.
It is my job, my duty. I learnt it from my mother and she from hers. I will teach it to mine and she to hers.
I am the Angle of Mercy.