Pushing forward as hate crept into all slits and spaces, so much bitter that masks the sharp sting in the thighs (sensitive to slight elevation). Remember the second of realization (my lack of mercy), back/before then I would feel guilt for this anger but I guess I have changed with time.
Dishonesty in character is the breaking point and it's prominent now because of a certain hurt. Saw the fake in him and I'm reminded (though not conscious of the point at that moment) of another, or maybe of myself and that might explain
such hate.