Dramatically opinionated, more like, since you’ve insinuated Kendra giving my name to Fletcher as a middle name is a slight against you in some way making you less of an uncle? That’s simply… illogical. Are you wanting to keep training because you actually enjoy it, the possibility of taking a life with blood on your hands and all… or are you wanting to do it because you feel like you’re not good at anything else anymore? This isn’t your identity, Wyatt. You can get out of the game where others like myself and Devereaux’s can’t. It’s beaten into us until it changed us down to the core. You’re aware of the parts of yourself that you want to change… so change it. Doesn’t mean you need to become a master assassin to do so. Cognizance is the first step. Time heals, for both of you, as cliché as that is.
I think I’ve been away from the deadpan snark business too long for you to take my joke seriously, Judas, I was kidding. This doesn’t boil down to my enjoyment of taking lives or the blood-soaked hands, it’s about finding a purpose that will help me survive this city after I reached this helpless point in my life that couldn’t protect his girlfriend. And I know, I know she has others watching over her beyond what you’ve taught me so far, but I already failed both of us once. I don’t need to earn a paycheck when the skills I have are enough and if I happen to be given missions, great. My waking hours for a year were spent in a training room, who you are is filled with nothing but resentment and fresh bruises. It’s a lovely sentiment, though, some wounds aren’t destined to heal.