"... Do you want to know, Tasha?"
Anasthasia's eyes beamed in subtlety. There was no point in dwelling it much further.
"I get what we were doing at that time. Neither both of us should feel bad about it, yes?" She then sipped her tea when she recalled the 'Valley of Death' incident as they knew what their objectives were.
However, she was confident they would need her. Until the very end, they survived their deathly jaunts under her wing—the constant assassinations were one of them.
'For saving their lives, I asked for information in exchange, but it wasn't the ones I needed at the time. I remember how bold Michael was, but I wasn't really keeping my word… Not until later.'
She remembered how she shattered the tracking device as she was not such a fool to accept and believe things immediately.
Not when she's that confident on the other side of the party.
