#fools quest

She seemed to feel me looking at her. 'Does it bother you?' she asked me. I did not ask her what she meant. ‘Strange to say, no. You are you. Fool, Lord Golden, Amber, and Beloved. You are you, and we know one another as well as any two people can.' 'Beloved,' she said, and smiled sadly. I did not know if she repeated my word, or if the Fool called me by his own name. She dropped her hands to the top of the table, gloved one atop the bared one. ‘There was a time,' she began, 'when you would have hated this masquerade.’ ’There was,' I agreed. ' And this is a different time.’

“They needed to be killed. And I should do it. I wanted to do it. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to go and kill. Not quickly and quietly, but messily and noisily. I wanted the people who had done this to him to know they were dying, and to know why.”

nothing horrible ever happens here. everything’s fine. the ending of fools assassin? yeah don’t ask.