"He wasn't an Attendant, he was my Knight." Guy looked up, his eyes full of grief and remorse. "He was a brave Warrior, my first Attendant. He followed me ever since I became your Knight. Beneath the walls of Damascus City, I personally fastened a Knight's Sword Belt on him to honor his valor."
"He rode a poor horse, but he charged into the city like a true Knight."
His voice trembled slightly, his fingertips tightening on the hilt of his Sword.
"But he's dead... he's dead."
An unconcealable anguish surfaced on his face.
"I remember the look on his face when he died. His eyes were wide open, full of shock."
"No matter what I did... I couldn't close his eyes."
His voice was terribly low, as if suppressed fury burned in his chest.
"I defeated the guard who killed him... but I didn't kill him right away."
"I wanted to torture him."
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, a near-maniacal hatred flickering in his eyes.
