"I... I killed him," he said, his hand shaking slightly as he handed the heart over to Kiel. The pain and guilt in his voice were as clear as day, and no one could deny it.
When Kiel saw the heart, his jaws tightened, and his fist clenched. He was quivering with anger, but he did not let the steam blows off immediately without proper explanation. He knew that his friend would not do such a thing unless he had a good reason to do it.
"Why?" he inquired, the veins on his neck bulging due to the self-control he had to exercise. His gaze was drawn to the heart on Luke's hand, but he lacked the bravery to seize it. He just stared, unable to believe the loss he had to experience—again.
