Funny, really, how a man whom you'd achieved the greatest hold over mysteriously slips from your fingers. Funny, really, that the entire time he'd been solely rested deep within my palm; any decision I'd made would link directly to him, and the orders would surely carry out. Funny, really that he didn't slip. He purely fell an easy fall.

Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?

At that moment, the power I'd attained over this good man had settled in its truth. What I'd learned was more than I could bear and perhaps I could retrieve a few more lessons before the end of my days. No sense to be killing him- the man building a mystery.

Well, I think we can afford to give him one day's head start.

Funny, really, how one man can redeem another of a lifetime of false belief. Finally, a man worth killing.