My hand is weak. An assassin’s poison runs through my veins. It seems to be having a lasting effect upon me. I’m not sure if it was another assassin simply meant for me, or if it runs greater now. I will do my best to watch Jonas’ back from here out. We’ve saved each others’ lives too many times now for me to think of him as anything but a comrade.
We’re coming Aleks. Just hold on….