"Don't ask. What matters is the goal."

"Do...do.. you… re..really mean this?" Noah asked in a shaky voice. 

"Yes. I regret not stabbing you properly," he finished and walked out. Noah stared at his retreating figure and pain filled his heart. His friend from childhood tried to kill him. What hurt him more was that he admitted it to his face and had no remorse whatsoever. He wished he pushed him down the balcony but his ever loyal heart would not let him. 

He even asked ...