How many of them are kids?? Are all of them kids! Holy shit. Telos didn’t know what to do. His troops were still firing; apparently they hadn’t realized they had just murdered seven kids. In fact, it felt like they were shooting more, the bullets were coming faster and louder. Telos felt suffocated. He had to get out of here.
He couldn’t just leave his group though. They were in a firefight! Fuck, Telos, stop being a coward. This is war. Eoin sent those children out to die, out to screw with your head, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t your fault, he put them there, in front of your bullets, Jesus, don’t let it get to you okay, throw it off, this is war goddammit!
Seized suddenly with an unknown furor, Telos grabbed a gun from one of the people next to him, and stood up above their cover, firing directly into the windows of the building. He slowly walked sideways out into the middle of the street, firing the whole time. When he stopped walking he stopped shooting and there was silence.
Everyone in the building was dead.
Slinging the gun across his back, he began to walk back out of Damascus. He didn’t understand what Eoin had done to this town, but it was unspeakable, irreversable, and fighting for its freedom was a lost cause.
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