I'm neither your friend nor your enemy, your buddy or adversary, your mate, your pall, your rival, your fow. I don't love you. I don't hate you. I don't cherrish or despise you. I might have heard whispers of you or silence has become before this storm. Maybe great tales have been spoken about you or me or about us. About what you have done or about what you failed to do. Very possible I have known you for years or have never layed eyes on you before. Ultimately you are nothing to me, but... I'm here to kill you. Make sure to kill me first.