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[betrayedblade]

...perhaps I miss the old routine a bit much. This new one, while nice and cozy, makes only for a decent vacation. Yes, even despite the odd happenstances here and there. It is too...boring.

[He pauses. He's complaining. And he realizes he's turned the communicator without much thinking about it. He was past due for an update anyway, before he discovered for himself just what sort of energy the device packed, and had been thinking about it before he started in on the complaints of this place. Ah well.]

Boring. Listen to me--complaining like some sort of youngster who has nothing better than to get into trouble every day. I converse much too often with giovani here and start to reminiscence on my old lifestyle as if I could get away with what I used to.

[He sighs.] I am getting old. When you start saying 'I'm getting too old for this' it is well past time you are too old for...things.

...Ugh. Now I'm using circular arguments and boring unto death those silly enough to listen to these devices.

[...]

Though I can't help but to miss the action back home. Not just the routine... but the purpose. What purpose is there here?

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You'd be wrong to think that I know nothing of how the world works. I am not a knight--but my own brand of honor and duty guide my blade in every strike. I am not clad in bright majestic armor, but slink in the darkness and prowl in the shadows. I do not announce my noble intent before the people as I hunt my enemies down, but strike before they know of any danger lurking nearby. My enemies call me by a hated and feared name that all would turn away from; but my Brotherhood is the noblest of bands in the land, my cause the righteous and honorable goal, my intent to protect and defend those that cannot protect themselves.

I am a lair and fake, and my guise a way simply to get where I need to be. I use anything and everything to my advantage, people if need be. Politics, war, and rogues and thieves, mercenaries and courtesans. All are considered ill and wrong; all are my allies.

But I would never, ever give up my honor, my virtue, my nobility. I may be a snake in the grass, but I am not a cold and considerless predator. And I will always let the innocent find favor in my blade, I will always let honor guide its path, and I will always go out of my way to do what is right.

I do not think...I could live with myself otherwise.