So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.
Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.
You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.
It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.