Assassins don't cry. They just…don't.
Grief's a noose that tightens when least expected, but there's no time to stop and dwell. I need to find the Daughter of Chaos and get my mother back.
The stakes are high, and my path is riddled with danger.
I'd be broken if not for my friends and Garuda, my anchor in the storm.
I can do this if I have them by my side.
I can do this given enough time.
But what we need isn't always what we get.
A war is on the horizon and in order to win, I'm going to have to play dirty.
