I walked along with K, but my heart hung back in shadow, waiting on this next words. Perhaps "lying in wait" is the better way to express it. In the state I was in, I wouldn't have put it past me to stab him from behind. At the same time, I did possess a conscience becoming of my upbringing. If someone, anyone, had whispered in my ear how mean I'd become, I'd likely have caught myself on the spot. If that someone had been K, I'd have certainly reddened for shame. But K was too true to rebuke me. He was too pure. He was too noble of character. All this in him that I should have respected, in my rage I used against him. I exploited his virtues to cut him down.
After a while, K spoke my name and turned to me. This time it was I who reflexively halted. Finally, I was able to look him in the eye. K was taller than me, so I was necessarily looking up. My wolf's heart, thus positioned, eyed the guileless sheep.
"Let's talk on this no further," he said. In both his eyes and his voice was an inexplicable sorrow. I could give no response. "Please, let's talk on this no further." This time he entreated me.
The answer I gave him was harsh. The wolf had spotted an opening and lunged in for the kill. "It wasn't I who started this, was it? It was you. If you want to stop, then fine, but you can't just mask it in silence. Are you prepared, in your heart, to truly let it go? And what of those tenets you've held so tightly? Where on earth are they now?"