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He does not know this place.
It's not heaven, of that he is certain but it is no place he's ever known on Earth and he can only imagine that he is awaiting his punishment. The target is injured but not dead and his own grace is still reacting to the power in that blade. Every time he thinks about it, tries to remember how he knows it, his head pounds and wounds sting, reminding him of his utter failure. He is just a human, he's done this hundreds of times. The last time had been nearly perfect and they will start over with his training, with his reprogramming for this.
He grips his blade, positioning himself in a far corner of the room and waits, waits to find himself strapped down and punished.
It's not heaven, of that he is certain but it is no place he's ever known on Earth and he can only imagine that he is awaiting his punishment. The target is injured but not dead and his own grace is still reacting to the power in that blade. Every time he thinks about it, tries to remember how he knows it, his head pounds and wounds sting, reminding him of his utter failure. He is just a human, he's done this hundreds of times. The last time had been nearly perfect and they will start over with his training, with his reprogramming for this.
He grips his blade, positioning himself in a far corner of the room and waits, waits to find himself strapped down and punished.
