As Charlie was instructed, he dropped his sword and held Quinn's face with both hands.

She was still singing as the Maiden, reluctant to see the Assassin leave and intent on living out their days in secluded peace.

Charlie pointed at the screen of the citizens suffering and gently pushed her away, picking up his sword and leaving without looking back.

Quinn gave chase, hugging his waist and still singing—begging for him to stay, but he pried her hands away and continued forward in great strid