"It's been weeks since that stupid, stupid Noxian gave his life for mine. He was the enemy, an assassin trained from childhood to be nothing but a weapon. Yet, when the deception of Swain arose , the Du Couteau family was the first to be brought down. Talon could not protect his family, he held that guilt to himself for many years. But as soon as all hell had broken loose, he came for me.
Demacia had no idea that Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, our crown prince, had died long ago, replaced by the deceiver known as LeBlanc, masquerading in his image. When Swain took over Noxus, LeBlanc took over Demacia. She culled the best of us before we even knew what had hit us. The Crownguards... The Half Dragon... The Night Hunter... The Laurents. All dead, before anyone knew.
The only reason I was alive was because Talon got to me. I should have shot him with my crossbow the moment he arrived in my room, but Valor stopped me. Valor never hesitated when facing an enemy, so it surprised me that he stopped me from firing upon Talon. I trusted Valor, and he trusted Talon. I escaped with him, and then I had to watch my beloved city burn to the ground as anarchy and turmoil took over. Noxus had won, through deceit and treachery.
Talon had lost his family to the deception of Swain. I don't know why he saved me, but he only remarked that I was the last person left that he remotely cared about, and that too simply out of respect. But the years we spent together, on the run from the New Noxus, we got to know each other better... Hell, we cared about each other. Maybe even loved each other. The nights we spent in bed was a much needed reprieve from the chaos of the days we spent running.
And then they found us. And Talon... The fool... He had always spoken about living by the blade and never having honor. Yet that was all bullshit, it seemed, because when it was obvious we were not getting away, the bastard sent me off to run by myself, tricking me by telling me he would come after me. Instead, he led them away from me, saving my life.
I found his body later on in the night when I went out looking for me. He hadn't died easily. He had fought, and taken down all of his attackers before succumbing to his wounds. I couldn't help but feel pride for my fallen lover, even as tears rolled down my cheeks. In his memory and honor, I took his blades. He had taught me to fight with them and I would kill the ones responsible for all of this with his blades and his teachings.
This is my last entry into my journal. If anyone finds this... My name is Quinn. And I will be the one to kill Swain. For all the deaths he has caused. For Jarvan. For Garen and his family. For the Du Couteau Sisters. For all the demacians and noxians who died to his tyranny. And...
For Talon."