After a long pause, and deep thought I was happy my helmet didn't allow this man to see my indecisiveness. Here I was freshly excommunicated by my brothers for who I am fundamentally, hunted by the men who have been trying to kill me since I signed on with the Souls. Now my only way out of my old life is to pledge it to another organization fighting against another enemy. I grab the gun and load the clip in one movement, it has become natural over the years, I then grab the card and look up, "ain't no rest for the wicked"