by Will Stanton » Mon May 25, 2009 6:19 am
Will sighed, pulled a nearby chair over, and sat down.
"First of all, you have to give your best. Not just for you or for me, but for all your teammates--they'll be counting on you. They can't have you second-guessing yourself; not in mid-mission. Don't worry about what I'll think of you, I..."
He sighed again.
"I'm afraid of what I'LL do. I'm not comfortable with...killing. I had a long talk this morning at church about it, and I still....I still can't get over it. I see some of us ready to go out there and just commit...mayhem, and I'm afraid. On the one hand, they've started this, they've brought it up to this level. They've killed, they've kidnapped, and they won't stop. They won't until they get every last one of us. You and me and all our friends. On the other, it's not "Thou Shalt Not Kill Except When Really, Really Provoked." I don't know what's right; I really don't.
I do know one thing. If I'm debating this tomorrow, I'm going to get myself hurt, or, worse, someone else. I can't let that happen. I'll take feeling bad the next day over not being able to feel bad. And I'll take feeling bad over killing someone who wants me dead over feeling bad for letting someone die who wanted to help me."
PLASTICINE