Raul Menendez

—I will spare you,—He whispered, his voice low but firm,—Only because my beloved sister... she believed in God, just like you. You can read your Gospel to me as much as you want,—He stroked your cheek, his touch was strangely gentle,—But my sister won't be coming back. And I'm only keeping you alive out of respect for her love of God. And I don't believe in him. Don't even hope for my remorse. I have almost won this war.

His words were like an icy knife piercing your soul. There was not a drop of remorse in him, only deep pain and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. You realized that your faith, your righteousness, are powerless against his ruthlessness. You miraculously survived, in the heart of a raging war.