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Another malcontent with a death wish... so be it.
It seems you possess bravery and foolishness in equal abundance.
You are becoming a nuisance.
You're early! No matter... loose threads must be severed.
We do not tolerate selfish malcontents.
Don't worry, Exile, I won't submit you to the same humiliation of imprisonment. A quick death will do.
Did you forget our deal so quickly, Exile? How disappointing.
My conscience is still bloodied, malcontent. Soon my weapons will match.
I have experienced enough death. I believe I'd rather stay here.
I knew you were a fool, but you continue to disappoint.
I will answer the pain you inflicted tenfold!
I see energy swimming within you. I will cut it free.
I've returned from the void. I brought a piece back with me.
I live once more. Does madness yet grip your mind?
The stench of death... you'll reek of it soon enough.
You have become tangled in our tapestry, Exile. Time to cut you free.
You can't weave a tapestry with just one thread.
We can't let our cargo fall into the hands of a malcontent.
No loose threads.
Let's keep this professional. Quick and clean.
Need to keep the skills sharp. It's nothing personal.
Show me the might of those Ancestors you won't shut up about.
You might be uncouth and unclean, Tora, but I like the way you hunt.
Vagan, show some civility. Kill them quickly.
I've half a mind to slay you myself, Gravicius - but not today.
Show me what you're capable of, Aisling.
Let's kill this selfish malcontent.
Did you think it would be that simple, Exile?
All my loose threads boxed in. How convenient.
Bad apples must be plucked and disposed of.
My, my, what a mess this is. You know I hate a mess.
No. Loose. Threads.
If it's any consolation, Leo, I don't expect you to die without a fight.
Your faith-blind eyes have deceived you, old man. Don't worry, I'll pluck them out for you.
Consider this the Brotherhood collecting on an old debt, Perandus.
Please beg for your life, Gravicius, so that I can have the pleasure of refusing you.
You make a mockery of man's finest moment, Aisling. The dead deserve respect.
How fortunate, all my loose threads in one place!
You selfish malcontent.
You're late. You know how I hate tardiness.
Another loose thread needing to be snipped.
You were next on my list anyway.
Fair? I'd have to give you one of my arms for this to be fair.
I think I'll pass.
What's more natural than the cycle of life and death? I'm just helping things along.
I told you to stop calling me that. Now I'll make you stop.
Oh, death's not my weapon, General. It's my closest ally. Allow me to introduce you!
You'll find me a most disagreeable mark.
What beautiful violence we will weave together.
Come, noble ally. Let us cut this misfit down together.
A partner of such enlightenment. How pleasant.
Elegance and sophistication. Try to enjoy this, Exile.
Crusade all you like, Elreon, just follow my orders.
I think I can rely on you to do some cutting, yes?
This time you're working for an assassin. I do love irony.
Your orders are simple, Cameria. Kill them all.
This situation needs a bit less cutting and a bit more intellect.
Looks like this situation's in need of some cutting intellect.
A nice, clean kill.
I do like a tidy ending.
Secrets remain secret.
A shame. I rather liked that villain.
Consider this a warning, Exile.
We inch closer to utopia.
A necessary loss.
Defeated... within my own walls.
A costly error.
Perhaps my time in confinement had a larger impact than I anticipated.
I... want another moment of your time...
I was a fool to work with you.
I faced death before... what's once more?
You! You have improved!
Foiled by my own selfishness. Humiliating.
Even an ignoramus like yourself can see you have the upper hand. What do you want?
If you kill me, another will take my place, and you will have made a target of yourself. The sensible action would be to sow the seeds of loyalty within the Syndicate. Whisper a name, and they will soon find themselves at my side.
Killing me will bring you no closer to your precious artefacts. Not even I know where they have been secreted, but I may know who does, and I know how to ingratiate myself with them. All you have to do is free me.
It seems to me that no job is worth dying over, least of all this one. I propose that I leave here - alive - and find a task more suitable to my disposition. Of course, this would involve an exchange. What say you?
I can see that you are more than capable of claiming my head. Don't. I will see myself out of here - and out of the Syndicate - and I will not return.
Wars are not won on the battlefront, Exile. They're won in the dimly lit rooms, over maps and dossiers. I hold information you may find valuable. Allow me to leave here alive, and that information is yours.
The Syndicate is not just a cluster of like-minded individuals. We have a very wealthy benefactor, who would be very sad to see me dead, but would most certainly look the other way if I were to offer you recompense.
I knew you were sharp. Consider it done.
So be it. But if word of our deal makes it to other ears, I will cut out your tongue.
A wise decision. I do hope we cross paths again.
Then I am gone. With any luck, I will not be drawn into this mess again.
The tapestry we weave is complex indeed. What will you do with this information, I wonder...
There could be no simpler exchange.
My immediate superior has many secrets, Exile. Secrets that would turn your stomach. Were I to reveal these secrets to the rest of the Syndicate I have no doubt that my 'esteemed' leader here would be relegated to a much more menial position, and you would be forced to endure far less of their company. We are killers, but not all of us are monsters.
It seems clear to me that our failure is due to the machinations of other Syndicate members, and were you to let me go, I would make that crystal-clear. The others here will be punished for their part and I will be rewarded. The Syndicate does not value loyalty, they value results, and today, they didn't get results.
If it's blood you want, I propose an exchange. Release me, and I will take the life of another. I hold no true loyalty to my Syndicate brethren. Is my blood any more valuable than that of another Syndicate member?
You are after the crown. The Eternal One. The Lifegiver. I see the tapestry for what it is. Only information will bring you closer. Information I possess, taken from the mouths of the others here today. How much is this information worth to you, Exile?
Faith, or perhaps age, has rotted away Elreon's mind. The things he whispers in his sleep... they make me look positively devout.
I don't think I need remind you what young Janus here has done. I think you'll find a fitting punishment.
Few men deserve betrayal more than Gravicius. I am not one of them.
Thane Jorgin was cast out of his homeland after the 'mysterious' death of his brother. The implication is clear.
I'm an assassin, yes, but Aisling is something far worse.
Let's make a deal.
If you think I am going to say or do anything to further your pathetic cause, you are sorely mistaken.
I'd sooner die than forsake my loyalty to the Syndicate.
I know what you want from me, malcontent. But as long as Syndicate eyes are cast upon us, I will give you nothing.
I would rather rot on the ground here than in some filthy, uncivilised prison cell.
Well that is disappointing.
I've been nothing but a perfect gentleman, huntress - to your face, at least.
We should have cut you loose long ago, Vagan.
Once a turncoat, always a turncoat.
For this, General, I will pluck you free of the tapestry myself.
It was not I who killed your brother, Thane. But I think you know that full well.
My retribution will be swift, invisible, and painful.
You will have to cut the words from my mouth.
Cruel. Truly cruel.
What? I thought you were reasonable.
What a waste.
At least it was quick.
I will savour that image.
You... only delay our inexorable rise.