Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25924729-20170707090722

She listened to Garnet speak, wearing a grim expression. Vale understood her logic well, it was a lesson her own mother reminded her often.

''"Emotion is weakness, weakness is death." ''Such were the rules of an assassin's life, one could not afford the luxury of loved ones or friends. They would only hinder one's judgement and actions, or worse, be used against you by an enemy.

Though months had past since they parted on hostile terms, Violet's advice lingered in her mind, as much as she hated to admit it. It was hard for her to trust anyone, let alone befriend them. Out of habit, Vale kept a protective bubble around herself, only allowing in those dear to her. Anyone outside the bubble was irrelevant, expendable.

Which begged the next question... where did Vale's limits lie? These nameless villagers certainly didn't fit in her bubble, there was no sense risking her life to rescue them. There was a long moment of deliberation, before Vale spoke up.

"I will help, it was my fault they were captured anyway. Such an embarassment will not go unpunished. Its bad for business anyway, a professional killer would have revenge."