The two looked at him in silence. They hoped Silvio would not dwell too deeply on his mistake. Only time could bring him back to his feet.
After a while, Silvio slowly got up.
"I feel better after crying. Please go ahead. I'll come back later."
"Hand over your gun."
The President said it in a voice full of authority. To his eyes, it was obvious what Silvio meant to do once he was left alone.
Silvio clenched his teeth and glared at the President. "Someone should be held accountable."
"How can I hold you accountable if you're dead? Have you already forgotten your promise to support me until the end? You have a lot of work to do from now on."
"..."
Silvio looked down at the floor, and the President spoke even more solemnly.
"There is no world where everyone always succeeds. People are bound to fail many times. This time, the wheel of fate decided it was your turn to fail. The history of mankind is full of blood. Reducing the sacrifice as much as possible is our responsibility."
