Silence.
"Alright, I'm out too."
"I don't want to kill or steal from such a person!"
"Same here."
"Because he killed someone I dared not kill. He did something I dared not do. I hope he lives a lot longer."
"So, shall we go?"
"No, I can't leave yet."
"Why not?"
"If he's ever in danger, I want to give him a hand. My help would be limited if I don't take action. I can only say I've done my part if I can truly help him."
"...Alright, count me in!"
All the high-grade assassins shared the same sentiment.
We've killed for so long, supposedly standing up for justice, always consoling our conscience.
But in my heart… I do feel guilty and have regrets.
Because, those I couldn't afford to trifle with, I dared not take those tasks for my own sake!
Watching those scumbags walk freely and live happily, oppressing countless people. Even though I had the power to exterminate them, I dared not act.
Because I have a family, I'm afraid of reprisals. There's nothing I could do about it…
