'I... I...I..." Leon tried to think of something, starting and immediately closing his mouth again whenever he realised that no, that was not a good enough reason -- in the process making himself look like a fish. As stupid as it looked though, he couldn't stay silent. He had to say something, anything! There had to be some way out of this mess, some way to not have to suffer endless torment! And yet... He couldn't think of anything. In between the stress of being about to killed (again), his soon-to-be-murdered standing right in front of him seething with rage and the fact that he was on a time limit of sort, Leon's mind completely blanked out.

"I... I don't know," the young man finally broke his stupor. And that was the end of it. As much as he wanted to think of a reason for his own prolonged existence, as sad as it might be, he simply couldn't. He averted his gaze and looked at the ground, knowing that divine judgment would soon come to pass...