If only I had never taken the deal. Why did I take the damn deal?
Reed buckled under the weight of what he'd been forced to carry. The decision he had been burdened with was beyond his ability as an individual.
He wasn't prepared. He wasn't ready to handle the consequences that would come with making such an important decision. Not even close.
This was a decision that should not have fallen upon a seventeen-year boy, of all people. The decision required proper judgment and a clear, unbiased viewpoint — something that he most certainly did not possess.
For the first time in his short life, Reed felt the weight of a life.
Despite having been embroiled in numerous conflicts over the better part of a year and a half, he'd never taken the life of another person.
At least, not intentionally.
Who was he to decide whether another person should live or die? What qualifications did he possess to make such an important judgment?