I do not know what I should do with myself. I suppose I could go into business on my own, pick my targets as I like and continue going forward that way but the idea of continuing to murder for a living leaves me weary.

[He sighs and shifts to sit up enough to sip his drinking chocolate, moaning in the back of his throat. A little slice of home, of Antiva and of Moca.]

Mm- when does he return home? I suppose he may have seen what I wrote earlier but...