Collum had killed six people today. Maybe more. You couldn’t exactly call it an accident, or unforeseeable, since it was exactly what he’d been single-mindedly training to do ever since he was a child, but till now he’d never really understood what it meant. It suddenly felt like a terrible mistake. What a great and awful power God had given to men, the power to revoke His divine gift of life, to unlock one another’s chests with the blunt key of a sword and roughly evict the ghost within. A pile of steel and guts, like Morgan said.
