We've been sitting on the edge of the top of the city, watching buildings scrape the sky. The view is nice, but the ledge gives way. Our assassins are moving in with smiles brother, so be careful who you hug. It's been said that the only ones who know where the edge is have already gone over, and I disagree. Time slows down when it's running out, and we can both feel the wind upon our faces. There's nothing to get upset about brother. This is only castles burning.