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Now he had to break the man's bones. And he was now sure that he could not go through with it.
And he was also sure that he must.

The rain was on his side. The brashness about what he was about to attempt was on his side. Speed was on his side. His gun was on his side.
Time was against him. Sanity was against him. The law was against him. Reason was against him. Morality was against him.
He could do nothing but sit low and urge his mind to shout over the voices of caution that kept filling his mind.

He had to get a grip, clear his mind, and apply himself to the three options that made the most sense.
Manipulation.
Escape.
Suicide.