Cause for the Kill: Fantasy

"I'm only killing you because I need the money for my daughter. She is deathly ill, and the only physician who can cure her is terribly expensive," he said sadly to the man pinned to the ground beneath his boot. "Know that your death will save her innocent life." He stabbed down with the saber and slashed open the man's throat. Then he bent over and fished around the man's clothing until he found a medallion that was known to be worn only by him--the weather on this island was hot enough that even should then be able to pickle the heads with quicklime once back on board the ship, nobody would be able to recognize this man once the ship of cleaners had returned to the mainland. He straightened and looked around him. The others had stormed--

Inspiration: Floated into my head as I was tidying up around the house.
Story Potential: High, sort of.
Notes: It's not really a full story, more of a little flash--maybe it could be a micro story. The kicker is, of course, that he makes a habit of lying to the people he kills, to give them a little glimmer of hope that their deaths may actually bring about something good. This could I suppose be expanded to a much larger story if somebody should *overhear* one of these stories and things get complicated.