Confession | Closed RP
The lights of the cell buzzed above him, standard for the prison, but serving no benefit to Hoder as he sat. The sound was low, relatively unobtrusive as it coursed through the ceiling and the walls, providing the barrier that was meant to keep him in.
Not that Hoder planned on going anywhere. He had done it, after all.
He had killed an innocent man.
Hoder tucked up into himself against the low-buzzing wall. Trial would come soon enough, he thought. He would confess and have it done with.
His arrow, his crime--accident or not.
They had all been intending harm--striving for it. At what point could they differentiate manslaughter from murder if the intent there, embedded in the contest?
At what point would punishment be enough, he lamented with his next long breath down toward his kneecaps, for what he had done? For what he had caused so many to lose in the death of such a promising young man? Friend of the prince, first of his graduating class, newly engaged--and he had cut all that promise down by arrows of his own craft.
The buzzing could not grow loud enough, he thought, to drown out his guilt.
