Draiss nodded, sadly, his own gaze turning haunted for a moment, before he shook his head. "I wish the same, but this is reality, not some fantasy, and you will have need of a perfect wight assassin before your reign is through. I will bet on it. Sad, but that is how the world works. The good news is, not even other gods know when my death squad assassins have come through, so good are they at making it look like an accident, though I would advise against trying to use them too often. I know, at the moment, the current you won't, but the future you might, and if so, one of the times you call on it, it might come, not for your intended target, but you. Not a threat, a warning. Already had to use one against a friend that had let the knowledge that it had a 'perfect' assassin on retainer go to their head. My fault. Too much, too soon. Story of my life, really."