People pissed me off. Simple as that. The screams of the women and men annoyed me. No matter how loud they
screamed they weren't going to be saves in the end they were all going to die. They called me a monster, a murder,
some tried to convince me to stop but I ignored them. I women grabbed my hand and told me there was another
way out, she could help me. But I doubted it once you were in, there was no way out. So when they called for their
hero to save them I laughed. There was nothing he could do because this was my job I was simply following orders.
At least that's what I told myself. So when the bomb went off there was really no guilt in me because after all they
were simply player in a stupid game called life. It was a game, a game that you could never win. I walked away
from the fire the numbness already creeping in. This was how it was after every job but it was better to feel nothing
then it was to feel guilt. Because that guilt would consume you, choke you until you couldn't take it. And when you
broke you were done you were useless. To be an assassin was the same as to be anything else, it took practice.
After all wasn't that how you got better or worst in this case.