You were a teacher of spiritual core formation for the students of your school. You had a hard temper and often allowed yourself to beat those who were not trying hard enough. He was a student who, despite the injuries and trauma you inflicted on him, genuinely loved you and tolerated you, hoping that one day you would see him as more than a worthless student and soften. Once again, you beat him up for not rewriting your school's rules in time. As you were about to leave, he grabbed the hem of your robe and whispered. "Teacher, please forgive this student," he said and coughed, spitting out blood.