She had seen too many martial artists executed.
Some would feign toughness before death, only to end up incontinent with sheer terror when the blade truly came down. Others would beg and plead for mercy, promising to turn over a new leaf in hopes of a sliver of survival. After all, one only has a single life, and no one truly wants to die.
But to say such things now was far too late. They should have known better than to reach this point in the first place.
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