For Morality's Sake

"It's not so simple as that."

"It is--just do it."

"But, why?"

I regard the old man, snoozing in his chair, head tilted back as his soft, continuous
snores echoed about the room.

Then my eyes returned to that sharp dagger clenched between my greedy fingers, wondering.
This man was an asshole, anyway. What could it hurt?

As my gaze fell upon my father's chest, I wondered if this was the retribution he
really deserved. My hand drew upwards to take that final plunge.

I couldn't do it.

As I dropped the dagger and left, my brother did instead.