"Thank you..." I say to Four. I try forcing reverting to the Winter face, but nothing.
"[sub]Still stuck with the face that got me wanted in 20 solar systems.[/sub]" I mumble.
Still wallowing in self-pity I see? Shut it Autumn. No, I will do no such thing. You still enjoy the trill of death, the killing. The trill of hunt. You are a weapon; an Assassin. The choices between good and evil go to the ones that employ you. I still do enjoy it... But I promised never to go down that path again...And that has gone...? Terrible.
I sit back down, staring at the floor.
"So Gwen... What did you think of Fall Anderson?" I ask out of the blue.