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"That depends on how you define a waste," Morin said.
"Do you know what a sea spider is? That's a real waste. But you..." He laughed softly. "You're actually very useful. You just don't know it yet."
"What do you mean?" Wesley asked, confused.
"Have you ever felt your heart pounding, your focus breaking apart, your blood surging faster..."
Morin's words hit Wesley like a hammer.
"That's what you have. That's your value," Morin continued.
"You're the son of an assassin. You carry an assassin's bloodline."
"It's not an anxiety disorder like you think."
"It's an innate talent possessed only by the most elite assassins... and one other type of person."
"And beyond that, I need you."
"You're valuable to me because you can draw out Carlos-your father."
"The Cross."
"The most powerful assassin in the Assassin's Guild. A Master Assassin."
"And although you haven't noticed it," Morin said calmly, "from my observations over the past few days, he's been nearby the entire time."
"Watching you."
"Just not daring to meet you."
Morin clicked his tongue.
"What a ridiculous man..."
"...You're lying!" Wesley shot back.
"If he's been here all along, why would he let me live like this?"
"I'd rather live in a world of killing and death than waste my life like this!"
Not far away, Carlos listened in silence.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He had his reasons.
But he also knew that, in the end, he had chosen Wesley's life for him.
As a father, that was his mistake.
Of course, he hadn't expected Wesley to turn out so useless either... that was part of it.
"Who knows?" Morin said casually.
"Maybe he thought that world was too cruel and didn't want you exposed to it."
Morin shrugged, stood up, and pressed the gun to Wesley's head.
"How about..."
"We ask him ourselves?"
"What?"
The cold muzzle rested against his temple, but Wesley felt heat surge through his chest.
The amount of information dumped on him in minutes was overwhelming.
His father was a killer.
He had been watching him in secret.
He wasn't a waste.
And his father had abandoned him to protect him.
Even without hearing it directly from Carlos, Wesley believed most of it.
As the fire burned hotter, Wesley activated his assassin bloodline again.
Entering that familiar state-
Blood test complete. No adrenaline detected.
Footsteps approached.
Closer.
Closer.
Then-
The steel door was kicked open.
"Watch out! Don't come in!" Wesley screamed.
The gun fired before his words finished.
Wesley saw the bullet.
Flying.
Slowly.
Straight toward the door.
There was no time to question why he could see it.
His heart clenched-for the man he had never met, who was probably his father.
In slow motion, two flashes erupted at the doorway.
Another bullet flew out.
The two bullets collided midair.
Perfectly.
Both were knocked off course.
Then a second bullet followed.
From Wesley's perspective, it drifted toward him and grazed his scalp.
In reality, it all happened in a few hundredths of a second.
But Wesley saw everything.
This was the assassin bloodline.
An adrenaline junkie's gift.
When his awareness returned, it was over.
Blood pooled at his feet.
Wesley didn't care.
He stared at the dark doorway, panting.
Carlos paused at the entrance, then stepped inside.
A scruffy, ordinary man.
Someone who would vanish into a crowd.
They stared at each other.
For a long time.
"So..."
Wesley's voice trembled, weak and barely audible.
"Are you my... father?"
"...Yes," Carlos said hoarsely.
"Were you watching me all these years?"
"...Yes."
"To protect me?"
"...Yes."
"Do you know..."
"How badly I wanted to escape this life, even if it meant dying?"
Carlos was silent.
Then he walked forward and untied Wesley.
"Yes."
"So," Carlos said quietly,
"I'm here to take you away."
"To put you on a path I never wanted you to walk."
"Maybe he was right."
"I should've given you the power to choose."
"Instead of choosing for you."
"Let's go."
Carlos half-carried Wesley, who was completely drained after activating his bloodline multiple times while starving.
They went outside.
"I can promise you," Carlos said,
"the life ahead will be far more exciting than anything you've imagined."
"What about... that... body?" Wesley asked weakly.
"...Someone will deal with it."
Carlos's mouth twitched.
He glanced back.
The "corpse" on the ground lifted its head, raised a bloody hand, and extended a middle finger.
Carlos immediately pressed Wesley's head down as he tried to look.
"Let's go."
"You'll see plenty of dead bodies later."
"Right now, we're short on time."
After they left, Morin stood up and stretched.
This had been his plan for Carlos.
Pretend to be an enemy.
Tie up Wesley.
Let Carlos stage a dramatic rescue.
"Kill" Morin.
Save his son.
Compared to normal persuasion, this was on a completely different level.
Saving someone's life changed everything.
Of course, the bullet Carlos fired had been intercepted by Morin.
And the blood came from his storage space.
For now, the play was a complete success.
As for what came next-
Your dad has already joined the guild and owes me a huge favor.
How are you ever getting away?
Morin hummed softly as he packed up.
It was time for the next stage.