Sorrow - Trojan gazed down at the body, feeling his heart shatter with a shock wave felt by his whole soul. Tears chased each other silently down his white face. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, this scene would be less than a horrible reality. But it was real. It was happening. "No... no... no..." he whispered. His right hand, still holding the bloody sword, was trembling severely. Stricken, Trojan suddenly dropped the weapon as if it burned him, and stared fearfully at that right hand, aghast at what horrific death and keening pain it could cause - at his bidding. His strength seemed to fail him, and he collapsed to the ground, weeping violently and shaking with sobs.