once i make my move, the fight is already over. i’ve seen every angle before my prey has time to feel fear.
evie frye, assassin’s creed syndicate.
Two Assassins. Equal in height. One female, one male. Two decades old, and those devilish smiles. You must be the Frye twins.
“Those of us with the largest hearts, protect them the most. Your father for instance. From what I understand he was extraordinarily sad, broken even after your mother’s passing. That kind of pain can blind us. Cause us to say outlandish things to protect the ones we love.”
Starrick’s ambition is fixed on the beyond: to kingdoms and continents as yet unconquered. Though not for long.