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AN : I often have ideas for drabbles in the KA fandom. I will put them here !
The Blood On His Hands
He was staring at the blood on his hands. This blood had once belonged to a breathing boy, not much older than himself. His first human kill.
Those hands, which had often played with his little sister, which had sometimes helped his ailing aunt, had now killed. Killing was his duty, to protect his brothers-in-arms and the empire his people has sworn to searve. He was bound to mercilessly end others' life.
Then why had this victory such a bitter taste ? And why did he still see blood on his hands, even after he had washed them again and again ?