"Any last words, Lachance?" Arquen asked, smugly brandishing a sharp blade. She grinned wickedly as the other members of the Black Hand closed in, rounding about him like a pack of hungry wolves.
While it would have been expected of him to speak once more on behalf of the Night Mother, Lachance remained still and silent.
Walk always in the Shadow of Sithis, child.
There will never be a time when this is not heartbreaking to me.