The answer came quickly to him, of course. He wasn’t the only one, was he? God didn’t want him walking away, and why should he let them get away scot-free, either?
Simon stood up as straight as he could and looked into Judas’ eyes; he had suffered a cruel blow to the arm and he had to hold it across his chest to stop it from falling off entirely. The look Simon gave him was unexpected. Judas thought that he detected relief and gratitude in those eyes, rather than the anger and hatred he would have expected.
Judas was on the right side now, and the Disciples, or The 10, or whatever they called themselves these days, were so far down in the darkness that they did not have a side anymore. Simon breathed out hard and his body convulsed with pain as the air left his lungs. The world felt upsi
