[Whether Dany believes his words he does not know, but it aches his runaway heart to leave her side. She is the savior of his religion, that he has dedicated his life to despite his less than savory actions. She is the salt and smoke and whether or not she believes him hardly matters because he knows it's true. A cult those christians, those jews, those muslims, those hindus, those atheists call them, but he knows better. He is of the true religion, that of purest fire.
Unfortunately, a man must run, in his line of business. He had been hired for good money to kill someone important, too important, and he's going to do it. A man keeps his word, by his God, but once it's done he has to go, to Bangladesh or Istanbul, or perhaps to Cape Town or Syndey, but not here. He can't remain here after that, so he has to say goodbye to his messiah, whether she believes in his beliefs or not. He brushes the hair from her face as he holds her close, a wistful smile on his lips.]
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Unfortunately, a man must run, in his line of business. He had been hired for good money to kill someone important, too important, and he's going to do it. A man keeps his word, by his God, but once it's done he has to go, to Bangladesh or Istanbul, or perhaps to Cape Town or Syndey, but not here. He can't remain here after that, so he has to say goodbye to his messiah, whether she believes in his beliefs or not. He brushes the hair from her face as he holds her close, a wistful smile on his lips.]
A man must leave, really.