Sebastian was fighting with the expendable. They’d beaten him down with a bat, breaking his ribs and many other bones. He curled into a ball.

"F..fuck… Everything hurts… Mom.. big sister.. little brother… I’m so scared…."

The expendable felt bad as the shopkeeper huddled in a corner, slowly picking up the baseball bat and rearing for a final blow.

"Oh god.. please help me…" Sebastian muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he started drifting out of consciousness. The expendable paused, maybe they wouldn't need to deliver a final blow. Perhaps the shopkeeper would wither away on his own time. After all, the blood loss he was experiencing was already severe. Why not let it finish the job?

It’d be much easier than living with the guilt of murdering a man…