I made it to the cave mouth. Fifty steps from freedom. From closure. From—
I stopped.
Don't, I told myself. Don't go back. Don't give him more than he deserves. Don't—
But his sobs echoed. Raw. Broken. The sound of man facing death knowing he destroyed everything that mattered.
Let him suffer, part of me said. He earned it.
But another part—smaller, quieter, kinder—whispered: You're not cruel. Not like him. Don't become what he was. Don't let his destruction of you make you destructive. Don't—
I turned around. Walked back into the cave. Hating myself for it. Hating that even now, even after everything, I couldn't just let him rot. Couldn't just—
Walk away without looking back.
Jasper looked up. Hope flaring in his one good eye. Desperate. Pathetic. "You came back. You—you actually came back. I knew—I knew you still—"
