"A purpose. It's nice to have a purpose..." He returned solemnly. Everyone needed one didn't they? Even as assassin was better then this. Perhaps he should find himself a gun and try it again? This boredom was driving him mad and to the edge. This helplessness and these dreams. They tormented him. His fur stood on end as he looked away from Nahanni. Innocents. They'd die... but then again, he didn't have to kill innocents. He could replay his dreams. His old life. The one he never had. Would that be smart? Where could he get a gun? Did it matter? These questions plagued him and he shook a little with the intensity of the power he wanted to have. To control his life again and to not be subject to such horrid dreams!

"Everyone has one," he continued voicing his thoughts. "Teachers teach. Kids learn. Judges judge. Magicians preform. It keeps the balance... don't you think?"