I didn't take risks, because i had no reason to want to take risks. There was nothing i cared about enough to risk myself, or anything i have done, to save. My brother always told me i had a heart of stone, cold and unforgiving. I suppose its true. I let my mother die at the hands of a stranger because i didn't care enough to risk my mission. Though i know she would understand, its what we do, things that are more important than the safety of ourselves or anyone else. Though i told myself that, if by some chance i came across the man again, i would not hesitate to bring him to deaths door. Though I don't plan to look for him, nor do i care enough to try. It was not in my interest to do things unnecessary.


Authors note:

I do apologize if these chapters are small. I figured i would start out slow and work my way up into the big story. so please bare with me. they will get longer.

please and thank you.