it happened again, another mission, another death; I am getting exhausted, why must I always be chosen to slay both allies and enemies alike, is this my purpose, is this my reason; how many more people that I would have called friends and family once, have I slain, how many teammates, superiors, or even colleges; the only woman that have ever or will ever see me as human lay dead in the grass, blood dripping from her wound, caused by a sword, my sword. Will there ever be an end to this, I am exhausted, that no matter what I do, or whom I kill, there will be 10 others traitors or enemies to replace them; bloody mist indeed. Although I must say, despite the fact that I kill so many men and women, am I really that bad of a guy?