The church was so peaceful and quiet, but for some reason the quiet sobbing didn't seem out of place. Regardless, she did her best to calm herself and stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. After a difficult minute, the sobbing slowed down and Saede's breath had mostly returned to normal. Stll fighting back the tears, she felt that she owed Garland an explanation. "I.." She started hesitantly. "Back in Sunberth, the place I told you about. It's not good. There are no laws, and so what happened to him was almost.. normal." She looked at the floor as she spoke, avoiding eye contact with Garland, or anyone else in the church. "At the time, I ran in a gang. The gangs aren't any good though. If you want to be successful in the city, you have to at least be on good terms with 'em." She paused and looked up at Garland, her eyes a bright yellow color. "I was with one of such gangs, and in order to be promoted I had to.. I had to kill the priest on his way into the city." After the first break in her sentence, the words started to flow much easier. Realizing that leaving at that would make her sound like the killer she hastily continued. "But I didn't! I had.. Project partners that had been assigned to do the job with me. I met up with him and talked to him. He was quite nice, and I did not want to see him go. When I brought him to the destination, my co-workers killed him in my hesitation, but I couldn't let their crimes go unpunished.. He didn't deserve to.. I tried.." She shifted into silence. It wasn't my fault.. I couldn't have done anything more.. But I could. What was really bugging her is that she could have done more. She could have told Darson on the way there, defend him better, give him a weapon to fight back with. She had failed, and in doing so she felt responsible for the murder she sought to prevent in the end. She came here to tell his family, which she guessed was done. She pictured their distraught faces in her mind, of the children who learned their father would not be coming home. She leaned in closer to Garland and thought of covering her eyes once more. She'd already done that. The deed was done, and yet she still felt the sorrow and regret of her actions. Be it those she took- and those she failed to take. Letting out a sigh, she wiped her face with her hands. Her short explanation likely did little but get the main point across, which was all she needed. |