I Have Returned From My Long Dormant Slumber For This....

A man lies face down on the dust floor, his face contorted in pain. His captors stand around him, mocking him, throwing stones at his broken body. One strikes him in the back, and he rolls onto his side and looks dully into the eye of the man who threw it, not really focusing on what has happened. The victor takes a step towards him and picks up a large rock and positions it over the man’s head. “Any last words?” the man asks, leering menacingly at his victim. “Yes,” the man says, tears beginning to fall, “I forgive you.”