By the time I shot my final arrow the lingering image of that Beastkin had blurred out, almost fading completely as I dragged in deep, even breaths that helped calm down my heart that was hammering inside of my chest like crazy.
The realization was still there but the reasoning I gave myself helped me accept that my actions were just and that there was no single reason for me to be upset about the lives I have taken; I told myself over and over again as I stared at the now freed slaves that I had done something good with these 'bad' actions.
Doing this in the game and doing it in real life was never going to feel the same, but it did sort of scare me at how eerily 'similar' they were in terms of execution; both had been so simple as applying a small amount of pressure on a specific thing, and they both achieved the same result.
