You were fighting a guy known as König, one of Kortac's colonels. And you were losing.

He knocked you to the ground and stepped on your chest, stamping down hard to break some of your ribs. You cried out in pain and he laughed maliciously, leaning down to wrap his hand around your neck and hold you up in the air. You struggled to pry his hands away and his grip tightened, your face was bruised and bloody and you had tears in your eyes.

And then in König's eyes..

A flicker of.. guilt?