There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.

Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.

You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.