Perhaps it is hard to understand that a man such as I is able to kill, even though the mark might be very well someone I admire or respect. It doesn’t bring me doubt, it doesn’t make me pause, however it does make me wish to go at perhaps a greater length to make it honourable and a worthy ending.
My last mark seemed to be the most cunning woman I have ever encountered. The fact I found her was merely luck as I happened to overhear a conversation which made me more curious about this lady. When she finally was in the corner I wished her to be in order of my client she trusted me completely with all the details of her life. She wasn’t scared but rather at peace, perhaps because she for the first time knew that whatever would come wasn’t something she could escape.
When I took her life by the will of another I could understand their wish and I could understand why she had become the woman she was. In this world there is no fairness, there is just Gold and Steel.
If there would be such a thing as a woman being an assassin, she might have made many killers go in her shadow as she was certainly cunning enough and had been escaping her fate more than once.
Why she allowed me to have this insight I will never know … but when she died by my blade … she died by someone who admired her for the woman she had been. Not in ways of justice or right or wrong, but simply for what she was : A woman with skill, cunningness, charm, spirit and most important a soul that truly tried to live.
Crows Murder 