Osric and Mark remained there silently.
My hand clutched my head.
"I... don't get it."
Leon sighed.
"Has someone died while you had the capability to save them?"
My head shook.
"Maybe? I... wouldn't know."
Leon's expression became stern.
"Exactly, you don't know. People that would've died without your help are everywhere. How are you supposed to know without attempting to seek it out?"
The memories of the slaves and the kid that was beaten to death rang out in my mind.
"...Maybe?"
Leon looked off into the horizon.
"At any moment a person may have died from starvation. If you found that person and gave them you could've saved them. Yet even though they suffer a slow and painful death, you feel no guilt or remorse."
My eyes narrowed.
"But... that guy killed so many people. That was obviously wrong right?"
Leon clicked his tongue.