Everything up until now has been like a Boys' Own adventure story I could have read when I was a kid - the clever boy outsmarting the bad guys and saving the girl. But this is real, this is holding a blade at a man's throat and looking him in the face. His eyes are opening and closing and there's blood gurgling in his throat as he tries to breathe. I know I can kill him with just a bit of pressure on the knife, but even though I feel that he doesn't deserve to live I can't bring myself to do it. Maybe it's Dad telling me there's always something good in everyone, or maybe it's something deep inside me that makes the decision.