Glaran wiped the spittle off his face contemptuously. "You royals are all the same. It does not matter which bloody country you believe you rule. You turn a blind eye to those who need your help. Nobility and<em>priests</em>, they're all the same, hiding behind what pathetic position you have. I<em>lived</em>in those slums, Princess. I've seen with my own eyes what the results are of your carelessness. I.."<br/><br/>He turned away from her, taking a deep breath. This was not leading anywhere. There was no way he could ever make her see that her problems were nothing compared to the slum dwellers. His voice was cool and collected as he continued. "I am not blaming you for being your father's daughter. I am blaming you and everyone like you for not doing anything. You don't know what it is like out there.." He took another deep breath, all the fight leaking out of him. "Forgive me. We have no more than an hour to go. We better move on."<br/><br/>He did not turn back to Elizabeth, instead simply stood there, his shoulders slumped slightly, waiting for her to get moving. There seemed little left of the cold assassin. For now, at least.