I watched the man without actually seeing him. I was getting pretty good at that. When I saw his shoulders start to heave, I turned away. I knew what was going to happen next. As I took two steps, I heard the sound of wretching.

It had begun.

I tried to move more quickly, but surprisingly, he was faster. He grabbed on to the sleeve of my cloak, and I was forced to look at him for a split-second as I pulled the cloth from his clutching hands. What I saw reviled me. I've seen this countless number of times when he'd sent me on my missions, but it never failed to get to me.

You never really get used to seeing someone being overtaken by parasites in his body.

As I deliberately stepped away from him, I made an attempt to stem the flood of guilt that threatened to overcome me. This is necessary, I told myself. It's what he wanted.

There would inevitably be casualties before we reach our goal. After all, the war has already begun, and it's my job to see it through.