The iron drips from my fingers. The man gives out a yell. The child launches, she launches at me. Sadly her launch had failed. I chuckled at her, with no pity. Her frightened face, what a laugh. The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for. After all, he was a bad man. It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact. The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then, maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die. I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh. “Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged. “You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed. Your idol has done so many bad things, now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery, in a place which this blind man cannot see. She fell to the ground befalling her tears. This was the end of her happy years. What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life? Reality is sharp, just like a knife. I laughed at the fact I took his life, with just one swing of my most dull scythe.