"It was for you."
Jeryn sucks air over her teeth and stares at Kolyat. She's not sure she heard what he just said. Not really.
"What?"
"He has already asked forgiveness for the lives he's had to take."
Her mouth falls open slightly, and she shakes her head.
I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to have my soul and my deeds on the lips and thoughts of a dying man.
She remembers how he offered to watch over Kaidan, knowing what they both knew. If he hadn't been there, doing that for her, perhaps the assassin's blade wouldn't have found him. At the same time, though, maybe that price would have been her life.
Or his.
She's humbled beyond anything she can give words to. She feels like her soul was damned long ago. No matter how you rationalize it, as duty or a job, she's a trained killer. Only snipers really know how snipers are trained to be good at what they do.
It is possible that it is a lot like how an assassin learns skill in their own job.
She never saw honor in that. Only necessity. She'd never thought to ask for forgiveness for the things she'd done.
But it seems someone else did.
"Good bye, Thane. You won't be alone for long."