I waited for him to stop slamming into the door. After some time, the ragged breathing stopped. From within, his voice came out, “I’m sorry, sister, I am under control now.”
I poked at his mind. I was met by a solid barrier.
“Let me into your mind,” I said, “Please understand that I have to be careful.”
He yowled in anger… but five minutes later he finally answered, “Okay.”
He let down the barriers of his mind. It was a vortex of confusion, hatred, and frustration… but he was hateful towards himself, frustrated at himself, because he couldn’t control himself like he wanted to. I let myself back in, we resumed sitting stiffly opposite each other. But now it was my turn to ask questions.

“So how did you become an Assassin?”
“I was selected- I’d killed three Vampires. I showed promise.”
“Ah. I see, and you were told it was a great honor?”
“Naturally. It is.”
“To be turned into some kind of weapon? To be destroyed in order to destroy others?”
“You’re one to talk. Aren’t you their ultimate weapon?”