HT100 Challenge #31-Confession: Necessary but Not Sufficient
The eyes looking back at him were kind and intelligent, reflecting the mind of probably the only living person who could truly understand what he'd been through and what he was about to say.
I'm a murderer. I killed a man with my bare hands, ordered the killing of another. I've done terrible things... and I'm sorry.
His confessor's expression showed everything he wanted to see. Sadness, yes, but also real understanding- of mitigating circumstances, of his true nature. Clinging to a tenuous feeling of absolution, he turned from the mirror and climbed into bed, praying for a dreamless sleep.
I'm a murderer. I killed a man with my bare hands, ordered the killing of another. I've done terrible things... and I'm sorry.
His confessor's expression showed everything he wanted to see. Sadness, yes, but also real understanding- of mitigating circumstances, of his true nature. Clinging to a tenuous feeling of absolution, he turned from the mirror and climbed into bed, praying for a dreamless sleep.