Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Feet of Clay ❯ One-Shot

I am not a killer. My choice, made lifetimes ago.

Once, I raised a stone against my brother. I let him live. It was the right thing to do. Even now, I believe this.

It's hard for Meryl, sometimes, to see what's right in front of her. Not her fault. All I did was ask for a newspaper.

I read the headline, and the fists rain down on me again:

SLAYTER POLO HANGED FOR RAPE, MURDER

"You did the right thing," she says, holding me.

"I know." The paper falls from my hands. So does the stone.

It must be.