Act.

…The worn handle of the blade feels contoured to my hand…

Do.

…The man’s heartbeat is only a physical symptom of the disease of his existence upon this earth…

Do not fail.

…This fragile string can be cut; it would be so easy…

Do not hesitate.

…This man before me is a murderer, a thief, an adulterer, a stain on the soil he stole…

Do not fear.

…His gun is not an even opponent against the determination of rightful justice…

The blade.

…Yes…Yes, it must, I must…

Do it!

“Die!”