Judas falls to his knees, his hands shaking. Never had he felt this weak before. Never had he felt such guilt and despair.

“I’ve killed him. I’ve betrayed him. I’ve sent my friend, my teacher, the son of god himself to his death…”

He mutters, his voice trembling.

“Christ, in my murder of you, you’ve murdered me…”

Judas mumbles, as a dull numbness washes over him before the pain and guilt tear through him again, and he cries out in agony.