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(She sits across from me, her back straight and her eyes hard, looking at me like she wants to wipe me off the sole of her boot. It is not a pleasant feeling, but I try to smile. Her expression doesn’t change.)
Q: What is one thing you wish you could do that your job has prevented you from doing?
(Her eyebrows furrow and her head tilts to the side.)
Eli: I am an assassin. My “job,” as you call it, is an expression of the faith I believe in. I am serving the Darkness with my deeds. There is nothing I wish to do that I have not already done in the work I have completed for my people and my faith.
Q: Nothing, really? Not a single thing? Take a trip across the ocean? Climb a mountain? Fall in love? Have a family?
(I remember that she is an assassin by the sneer that crosses her face as I finish my question. No thought for love when your job deals in…well, death, I suppose.)
Eli: I have climbed many mountains and traveled across many seas. I have seen more than most of my kin can imagine. And I do not need love, and my people are the only family I want.
Q: What about the prince?
(I can’t help but push. She hesitates to answer.)
Eli: Kill him.