| Duncan left the fallen immortal and went home. He tried to sleep, but his dreams were haunted by the memory of it. It was late when he was awakened by the presense of another immortal. "Macleod its me!" Methos said as he rapped none to quietly on the door. "Macleod open the door." Macleod went to the door a little groggy, and opened it for his friend. "You look like hell." Methos said. "Thanks a lot." Duncan said. "Would you like some coffee?" "A beer would be better." Methos said. "You on the other hand look like you could use a vodka. I know where it is." "What happened Duncan?" Methos said. "Was it one of us?" "Antonio Reves." Duncan said. "Never heard of him." Methos said. "He killed someone I cared about very much." Duncan said. "Did he come for you?" Methos asked. "Yes," Duncan said. "And I killed him." "Then what's the problem?" Methos said. "He begged for mercy, Old Man." Duncan said. "And I didn't grant it." "Listen Macleod. the slimy bastard was a murderer. He deserved to die." Methos said. "Did he really Methos?" Duncan said. "Duncan," Methos said, matter of factly. I have battle many immortals over the centuries. A few of them begged for mercy when i beat them. Some of them I spared, some i did not. it all boils down to one thing, who deserves it." "But do any of us truly deserve it Methos?" Duncan said. "You said yourself that the world wasn't black and white, none of us are perfect, and there is good and evil in us all." "I did at that." Methos said. "Why did you kill him Duncan. Was it simply because he killed the woman you love, or was there another reaon?" "I don't know what you mean." Duncan said. "I think you feel guilty that she's dead. I think your trying to atone for failing to protect her." "Maybe." Duncan replied. "What's done is done," Methos said. "You cannot undo it. "Now you simply have to learn to live with it." |