"It would have been much too cruel not to." How funny that he can admit that to himself now. Then again, freedom does grant him the chance to reflect and choose differently.

His motorcycle isn't too far, with its distinct white crow decals and the luggage strapped to the back. His helmet rests on the seat, though as he approaches, his eyes scan the other trees for more movement.

"At least you got a meal out of it, provided it hasn't spoiled."