SMG was on the edge of life and death , teethering at 2% of his HP as the fear of death had passed away from his body now and what remained was the sullen reality.
He knew he was going to die here by the hands of his former guildmaster and that reality greatly saddened him.
The drugs had messed his brain up , it was only now that the vanity was stripped away from him that he could think clearly about his fundamentals.
Fundamentally he was a good guy , the time he had spent in the elites guild as it's elder was undoubtedly the high point in his life.
Before that he was just a member of the nameless assassin guild and his life was a mundane routine of training and assassination missions.
