At this moment of truth, Clark felt really conflicted, he was not able to make decisive moves the way it was expected from a soldier like him. His military mind told him to just silence him quickly, then get on the run again, but he could not.
After opening his eyes, he looked directly at Eminem as they engaged in a ridiculous staring contest to see who was stronger-willed.
“Hmmm”. He suddenly sighed as his shoulders slumped down. Eminem was already more than a stranger to him; his conscience could not validate his reasoning to kill someone who he already regarded as his friend. He valued friendship.
He just couldn’t bear the thought of killing this familiar face, just because it was convenient for him. His energy reserves disappeared mysteriously, he felt weak al
