Matthew POV

She was daring he'd give her that but…talking of death…Leila. He would want to join her wouldn't he? No, he said mentally slapping himself; Leila would want him to live. And until he'd finish his and her mission, he couldn't stop to mourn.

Leila wait for me… when our mission is over I'll mourn for you. For now rest easy I have everything under control.

Recalling the words that he had spoken, yes, he couldn't give up now for his and Leila's sakes.

Jacklein's POV

Who does this guy think he is? No one messes with me…for the sake of so many people. It was their final wishes…and if anything I owe them that at least. …No, I owe them so much more…and I'd give them my life if I could…but even that doesn't amount to much. Still…this wasn't right…this killing wasn't right…this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing…most importantly, this was not what they'd want me to do. But…what other choice do I have now…

Regular POV

"Hnn-argh! Get away from me, you!" Matthew growled, as he shoved her down onto the grass; after another one of her attempts to strangle his neck.

"Why should I? Gentle sir?" She sneered back, sarcasm oozing out of every word. "What would I gain fro--," She began, before a blue aura circled around her; she rapidly turned around scanning the field for the source of the light. Limply, her body slumped to the ground as the sleep spell took effect.

Matthew whipped around, unsheathing his sword; readying himself for an attack. But instead Priscilla stepped out from behind the bushes, mounted on her roan mare.

Matthew's shoulders relaxed and he returned his weapon to its sheath. Turning to the troubadour he gave her a slight nod of thanks; getting his consent she returned a nod and left the clearing.

He looked back to the unconscious body, which was lying on the dew covered shrubs. Around them the grey flora was swaying in the hushed breeze; moaning haunted memories that filled Matthew with thoughts of the past. His fingers fiddled with his scabbard; but he couldn't bring himself to draw his sword. But what was different about her? She was just like all the other souls he had once taken. Slowly, he reached for his blade and gently pulled it out.

Matthew stared hard at the blade; as if it could give him an answer. He couldn't avoid it, the harsh fact that he had killed many people. The thief gingerly pressed the hard steel against her neck; but removed it suddenly when a thin line of liquid drew out.

Matthew's POV

I'm turning into Jaffar aren't I? This is how Jaffar had taken away Leila's life…he didn't know her…how could he have? Killing for the sake of…killing. How many innocent people's lives had I taken? People that had loved ones waiting… waiting for a time when they could just live and love. People like me. I can't kill her like this…no it'd be…unhonourable. I allowed myself a small grin. Yes, it'd be unhonourable for a kind sir like myself to slay her like this.