"How did you feel after, for the first time?"
I sigh and close my eyes, remembering how shocked and scared I was on that cold cliff.
"I was scared and I remember my hands were trembling," I reply as I take my mind back on the night I took frost out.
We have decided to use "take out" as a subtle reference to killing. I think it's too obvious.
"No, dig deeper. Go back to the thought that had you swing the sword, the moment you knew he wasn't leaving those woods with you. The feeling that pushed you forward and the one that you felt before the mind took control."
I close my eyes, and control my breathing. I can still hear the crickets, the cold wind on my face, the feet crouching on the dry leaves. I remember feeling angry. I was angry then determination came. I was determined he wasn't going to go through what he was talking about.