He was hanging onto the cliff just far enough down that I couldn't reach him. So I stood there, the rope over his shoulder, aa he looked up at me.
"I need to know you know why I did it. That you understand they needed to die."
I sighed.
"I understand why you felt that way."
"That's a sentence with a 'but' on it."
"You kill for good reasons, you end up killing for bad reasons."
I could see him make the mental calculations.
"This a bad reason?"
He let go.
"Yes." I said, then gathered the rope up silently.
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