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Edward took in a deep breath as he released his hands from the dead thief's neck. Blood still spurted out of the hole on his trachea but it all came to a stop after a few seconds.

Edward laid on the grass with his back and spread his arms wide. He closed his eyes and sighed. Memories of war flooded his thoughts and pictures of dead, bloodied and headless bodies could not leave his mind.

Why did he do it?

At first, he did not want to kill the man but simply bring him back and hand him over to the authorities but things went out of hands when he hit the tree branch. Edward expected for the tree branch to either knock him out or at least weaken him but it instead impaled him in the neck.

Edward couldn't fully blame himself for the death. He was still going to die anyways and him snapping the guys neck gave him a quick and painless death. But still, it was him who had thrown him into the same branch that almost, or should he say, ended his life.

"What did I just do?" Edward mumbled to him