"Follow your heart?"
If someone asked Jaxon whether he enjoyed killing people, he wouldn’t have an answer.
No matter how many times he thought about it, he couldn't tell if he found it enjoyable or not.
There were people in the guild who would go mad if they didn't see blood at least once a week, but Jaxon had never been one of them. However, honing his skills had always been fun. That, he was certain of.
"It’s not about stabbing a friend in the back—it’s about surviving, kid."
The Master's tone was always light, but his words were always true. That was what his father had meant.
Jaxon had simply interpreted it in his own way. That was what he had needed back then. He had to find something to throw into the fire of his revenge.
