It's always the punch you don't see coming that puts you down.
But why didn't I see it?
Of course they're gonna try to kill me.
Death is what they do for a living.
So the question is not what happened.
The question is...
...what happened to me?
Necromongers.
Someone who put a crown on my head.
Someone who put a noose around my neck.
Okay, more nooses than crowns.
Every Lord Marshal was supposed to take some big oath.
One that I never really got around to.
We can say it created a little friction.
I needed a way out.
Some new place.
Or maybe just an old one.
Sometimes I think you never sleep, Lord Marshal.
They won't let you stand at the threshold...
...of the Underverse without embracing the faith.
That's why they come after you, these assassins.
They think of you as something wrong,
cursed, illegitimate.
What are you gonna do when you're born that way?
Do you think the guards are still there?
So what is the best way to a man's heart?
Between the fourth and fifth rib.
That's where I usually go.
But put a twist at the end if you want to make sure.
(women screaming)
Hey, hey, easy.
Time's up.
How did they get so close?
How'd I let them blindside me like...
Like that?
I said between the fourth and fifth.
That's the fifth and sixth, body cavity.
More like that.
But who put her up to it?
Which commander?
It could be any.
I don't doubt it for a second.
Commander Vaako.
Lord Marshal.
Making more friends, I see.
What do you want?
The crown?
Transcendence.
I guess that was Necro-speak for...
..."Get the fuck off this ship and make it forever. "
Somewhere along the way I lost a step,
got sloppy,
dulled my own edge.
Maybe I went and did the worst crime of all.
I got civilized.
So now, we zero the clock.
Gotta find that animal side again.