I am so so so sooooo sorry for not posting sooner! I need to start posting on a regular basest. I'm gonna try to post ever Tuesday and/or Friday so that I can get this story along and moving.

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"That's not even the best part!"

After Chaol had made it apparent that he would not be continuing with her story, the assassin jumped in, seemingly infuriated by Chaol's lack of enthusiasm.

Dorian's eyes flicked slightly towards the Captain. "There's a 'best part'?" The prince seemed almost pained to say it, to be interested in anything remarkably violent that came from this girl.

Chaol glared at the assassin. Damn the fool... "There's no hope of escaping from Endovier. Your Father made sure that each of Endovier's sentries could shoot a squirrel from two hundred paces away. To attempt to flee is suicide." And yet, here she is, still breathing.

The Prince seemed to have the same thought. "But you're still alive."

Dorian had never experienced anything like this. Neither had Chaol for that matter, but he had seen hopelessness and despair, true hatred. Chaol had gone swimming in the pool of ugly human emotions, and Dorian had maybe dipped his toe in it. He understood it, the King made sure, but Dorian had never lived it.

The young women in front of them lived in it, thrived on it, seemed to know nothing else.

The assassin seemed to fully remember the incident as her smile faded. "Yes."

Dorian leaned forward, almost against his will. "What happened?"

Chaol almost groaned. He didn't want to encourage the assassin anymore than they already had.

The assassin's eyes grew cold and hard, a shield thrown up in front of them. "I snapped."

Her reply infuriated Chaol. She had killed over twenty people, without any hint of remorse. She had killed men who had dedicated their lives to keeping the rest of the world safe from the rebels and enemies that lay in the mines. That kept the world safe from people like her. He snapped back at her without even thinking. "That's all you have to offer as an explanation for what you did?" Chaol turned to Dorian. "she killed her overseer and twenty-three sentries before they caught her. She was a finger's tip from the wall before the guards knocked her unconscious." Chaol sent a silent thanks to whatever gods had stop her. He felt sick at what he was doing now, letting her out of her very secure cage. Chaol wanted to leave, grap Dorian and head back to the capital where he didn't have to worry about assassins or slaves and the horrible sounds coming up from the mines…

"So?"

Dorian's stuck up response seemed to infuriate the assassin to no end. "So? Do you know how far the wall is from the mines?" Dorian just stared blankly at her. Sardothien closed her eyes and sighed very over-the-top. "From my shaft, it was three hundred and sixty-three feet. I had someone measure." Of course she had someone measure, Chaol thought. She was proud and brash and full of herself... and alive.

Again, the only thing Dorian said in reply was "So?"

She turned to the Captain with such rage in hers eyes, and Chaol really, really, really wanted this all to end and to go back to the Capital. "Captain Westfall, how far do slaves make it from the mines when they try to escape?"

"Three feet." He mumbled. He didn't really feel like feeding her pride. "Endovier sentries usually shoot a man down before he's moved three feet."

Dorian didn't say anything as he stared at the assassin. Maybe he would think better of this. Maybe this meeting with the assassin would make him realize that this was a fool's mission, that they couldn't bring Adarlan's Assassin back with them, couldn't train her all over again. He wanted to be able to sleep well at night, to not have to always be looking over his and Dorian's shoulder. But Dorian didn't turn to the Captain, didn't tell him to pack up and head out. Instead, he stayed looking at the girl.

"You knew it was suicide." Dorian actually seemed as if he cared, as if her mental well being was his concern.

The assassin didn't move as she replied with only a simple "Yes."

"But they didn't kill you." This fact had eaten at Chaol as well. She was the lowest of the low, someone who killed people for money, someone who deserved to die, who was put into these mines so that she would die. And yet, when her life could have so easily ended, she was left alive.

Her reply shocked Chaol, but it did not surprise him.

"Your father ordered that I was to be kept alive for as long as possible- to endure the misery of Endovier gives in abundance." The light in the girls eyes grew colder. "I never intended to escape."

A chill went down Chaol's spin. Yes, he hated this girl, this weapon of death, but she was still a girl, a young women. While Chaol wanted her dead, wanted her whipped off the face of the world, no one should have to face this type of never-ending torture.