"I will never forgive myself," the man replied, shaking his head.  "I only wished to live long enough to ask your forgiveness.  Since it is not a thing you can give, I will atone in the only way I can."

The man stood up and inhaled deeply, squaring his shoulders.  Shion watched in astonished horror as the samurai drew his sword with an impossibly smooth movement and plunged it into his own body, cutting swiftly downwards through his gut.  Entrails spilling out, he sank to his knees.

"I will- beg Kamui for- forgiveness- now," he choked out, with labored breaths.

The stench of death filled the cramped air, undisturbed by any other sound.  No one moved, nor even breathed.  Everyone was watching the ghastly sight before them.