"My people used to follow a mantra of an Old-Earth philosopher. Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. Have you heard of this before? You seem like a smart girl. Let me let you in on a little secret. You may bring fear into your targets behind the visor of your helmet, but within their dead eyes lies an ocean. An unfathomably deep ocean that whispers your sins. And when you take off that helmet of yours... All you can hear are the screams." Lucien traces his finger across the woman's throat, imitating where she held the knife to the girl. "Can you see them now? Halfway to death yourself... Soaked in whatever unholy ritual this 'freedom baptism' is... They await you. Beneath that ocean, every eye is watching. For you, dear mercenary. And I hope that terrifies you. It should, really. That's the fate for people like us. One day you'll look into the eyes of the living but see only the abyss. Perhaps it was in Mr. Wilson's visor, maybe it will be the reflection from my mask. But that horrid abyss will always be there, giving you that same look you gave to all of your targets. You work for a man named Atlas? Then be sure to not break under the weight of his world."