We all make mistakes. Do things that can’t be undone, no matter how much we wish we could retrace our steps, pause for a single moment to consider the consequences of our actions.
This, though, was not a mistake. I have never undertaken any action with such alacrity.
And I have no regrets.
You made your own mistakes, didn’t you? Yet up until your very last moment you didn’t doubt your judgement. Perhaps that was your biggest mistake, because maybe if you’d at least shown some remorse then I might not have struck that blow.
I had to do something to stop you.
And I was willing to do anything.