Finally, I understand why this is so popular among those in the upper districts.
It's such a thrill: clutching a knife in your hand, the splash of blood on your wrist.
The familiar dig of blade into flesh, the satisfaction from the scream of your victim.
And then the cannon: a boom, verification that you have, in fact, made your mark on their heart.
Traipsing on through the woods, keen for another victim, knife still tight in hand.
There's no remorse, anymore, like there was the first six times.
Killing isn't such a thrill with one hand.
Chaff: an extraordinary character shoved out of the spotlight. For Div.
