Blont's words echoed through Trent's head, resonating like a sweet note on middle C. Something in his soul sang back, and Trent churned the idea over in his head. He shrugged. [color=00ff00]"Chum, you are arguing that by freeing you from a political prison with a terrifying reputation somehow messed things up for you. It sounds like you are arguing that you should be dead, which seems a silly side to take with anybody. Now, if that's not enough, you are going to take that stance in the presence of someone who killed people for a living and tortured them on the side, and an assassin? I'm seriously doubting your judgement.”[/color]

Assassin... the words were definitely news at this point.

He shot a glance at Kate. Murder? That wasn’t like him. It would have been impossible to see had you only known Trent from his time in the King's prison, but this was a massive alteration in his behavior. To Kate this young man was radically different. He wasn’t a survivor, he was the snarky wall-flower that said what everybody else was thinking. He was the guy who couldn’t get a date to the fall festival, and was in constant trouble at work because of his refusal to play politics. He was the dreamer who could only keep a secret because he had no friends. He was the guy you invited to parties if your guest list was too short. He was the guy you hung out with when there wasn’t anything else to do. In other words, the type of guy that people outgrew. And even if she fought it, Kate had outgrown him too. She was no rookie at life any longer, Trent (however) was still in training. Even now, in many ways he was still a child, he hadn’t [i]really[/i] changed since Kate was just a young girl, not really. The only thing that made Kate trust his order to leave him was this strange and vague hunch that he was actually capable. You could call it confidence. Logically, with Trent’s track record, you could say it was a death sentence. At any rate, he looked guilty as if he were supposed to be shouting it upon first sight of her.

[color=00ff00]“The guard would have been all over you if they didn’t have more pressing business to attend to, like the King being in danger. So, they sort of think I tried to assassinate him."[/color] he abruptly jumped to further explanation, [color=00ff00]"But! But, I never did anything to even hurt him much less kill him, he just happened to be in the same location I was headed.

That's why I sort of changed the plan. Look, faceless travelers, when a threat to national security is involved, are suspicious and dangerous. Traipsing through wilderness is no longer going to be viewed as someone taking a shortcut, it becomes sinister and something the military might needed to know about. And... and look at him. We can't keep a prisoner while we run for our lives! We will be doing a poor job at both tasks, and our chances are slim already.”[/color]