[ Haytham cleared his throat slightly as he mulled over how to really describe Miko. How do I even begin to explain Miko? He tried to kill me once. It was awesome.
He takes the glass with a small nod, but not before noting the odd glean the water took for a split second before it was handed over. Not poison: no poison had that kind of effect, nor would any assassin take the effort to heal his target before killing them. He could ask, but instead he runs a thumb along the glass's rim, considering. The saying won't be invented for another few centuries, but #YOLO. ]
His name was Miko; I did not know him well, but he was a good man, merely fulfilling his duty. He was careless that day, and so was I— I took his blade, and he my horse.
[ a good man, but an assassin. Haytham's mouth twists slightly as he considers the irony of it all, and how it must have felt to be run through by his own blade. He took a small sip, arranging thoughts and half truths before continuing. ]
He nearly ruined my arm, even if only by accident, and I repaid him fully the next time we met.
[ his tone is light, clipped, almost as if discussing nothing more than unexpected weather. He turns his attention from the water to stare at Amon directly, mask be damned. ]
Removing threats is a necessary part of my work, as I'm sure it is in yours.
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How do I even begin to explain Miko?He tried to kill me once. It was awesome.He takes the glass with a small nod, but not before noting the odd glean the water took for a split second before it was handed over. Not poison: no poison had that kind of effect, nor would any assassin take the effort to heal his target before killing them. He could ask, but instead he runs a thumb along the glass's rim, considering. The saying won't be invented for another few centuries, but #YOLO. ]
His name was Miko; I did not know him well, but he was a good man, merely fulfilling his duty. He was careless that day, and so was I— I took his blade, and he my horse.
[ a good man, but an assassin. Haytham's mouth twists slightly as he considers the irony of it all, and how it must have felt to be run through by his own blade. He took a small sip, arranging thoughts and half truths before continuing. ]
He nearly ruined my arm, even if only by accident, and I repaid him fully the next time we met.
[ his tone is light, clipped, almost as if discussing nothing more than unexpected weather. He turns his attention from the water to stare at Amon directly, mask be damned. ]
Removing threats is a necessary part of my work, as I'm sure it is in yours.