Sabriel nodded her head at Freja's words."Yes, that they do, but I actually believe he's a new teacher. You know my father, he had to scope everybody out. He has files on everyone." She said with a small chuckle and again patted her friend's arm. She listened intently to the woman's words before the sneeze happened. Sabriel couldn't help but smile widely at the girl's sneeze. "My, my. Yes, a shower would be best. It would warm your cold little bones, come." The taller woman said, walking down the halls again with her friend off towards the teacher's rooms. The two had become quick friends last year when they had figured their rooms had been right beside each other.

"You would love Spain, I'm sure of it. Also, we need to visit Rome. We have a home in the country and it is simply divine." Sabriel said with a smile to her friend. Backtracking on the previous conversation, Sabriel's eyes held a serious light in them. "About the lives I have taken and your question; no, I do not think about them. I do my deed, take my payment, and I leave. When I leave, I leave all luggage at the door. My first kill had been the easiest kill, it was my second kill that was the hardest. It was than that I realized what I had done and how it affected others. The man's daughter walked into the room after I had just slit her father's throat. He was a pedophile, he would pay to pray upon young girls. He had actually taken ill pictures of his own daughter and used them for recreational purposes." Sabriel's voice fell off for a moment as she cleared her throat.

"That was unbeknownst to the girl. To her, her father was a good man. She thought that he loved her and that she was his shining star. What she didn't know was that her own mother had contracted the kill, she snapped at that moment and flew at me. It was unnerving, I had killed a man but I had been afraid of his eleven year old daughter. I went home that night, covered in the man's blood. I felt hollow, like I left something behind, or that that man's daughter had taken something from me when she attacked me. That night my own father cleaned the blood off of me as I sat in the bathroom floor, tears running down my face. He taught me that I had done a service to the world. That even though I had broken his daughter's heart, I had saved her body and her mind from sick deeds. He taught me that we did not take jobs that we did not seem fit. We did not kill children, we do not kill in lover's spats, and we do not kill in revenge. He explained to me the many different types of kills, how you had to lose your humanity to make the kill and not lose your sanity." She chuckled at those last words.

"Now, I do understand how crazy that might sound, but I am a hired gun. An assassin of the passion arts, my beauty is my greatest weapon; however, my father did teach me that even an assassin has morals. My dear Freja, you must learn to lose your humanity but remember your morals. There is a fine line there and many forget it. This is the greatest lesson we must all know." Sabriel said with a warm smile and patted her friend's arm again.