It was utterly unforgivable.
No course or conviction could justify such a monstrous act. Where once there had been pure joy, so tangible, so incandescent, so like the comfort of a soft woolen blanket now there was only cold and darkness. Gone was the peace. Fading were the remnants of a blissful existence, of magnificent feats, of a careless and glorious campaign. Now all was lost and what was once golden had been violently tarnished; doomed to never shine again. Torn. Ripped away… Now there was only despair and the culprit who lingered nearby…
“Daddy,” the small villain said from the foot of the bed, “Can I have a glass of water?”