remorse, remorse!
You watch, horrified, as the gnome pierces the air with a shriek, then
crumple to the groung. As you watch the blood gush out of his heart,
you think to yourself, 'What have I done? This poor gnome has done no
wrong! Oh, poor gnomey man!' Since you know you do not posess the
powers to bring him back to life, you perform a proper burial for him,
the slowly walk from the dark woods. As you approach the sunny
road....
