A hand slipped through his hair, slowly but steadily moving on his jaw. He let it. Her hand was soft, her touch gentle as she lifted his head to meet her eyes. Her words made his heart feel at peace. For that murder at least.<span style="font-style: italic">"The girl is at peace, I was able to do so before you shot me"</span>He felt like a load left his soul. He was lighter now, more at ease with himself. But for how long? He knew he would kill again. Then another sentence came from her lips:<span style="font-style: italic">"I will show you what side must be dealt with"</span><br/><br/>"Side?" he asked full of curiosity. He stood up, his eyes full of questions, and sat on a wooden chair. The very same chair he was sitting on while he was polishing his crossbow, waiting for her to open her violet eyes. "You mean there are more sides than one?"<br/><br/>The young witch sure got his interest now. And like everytime that something got his interest, he started playing with one of his throwing knives in his hands. Softly pinching at his fingers, or tracing it's blade and handle. He would never thought of such thing. All he knew was that every witch or mage had to die on sight, no matter how young, beautiful or innocent they looked. He wasn't sure if he could trust her but he knew he had to listen to her at least...<br/><br/>So he sat and listened...