After you disarm the assassin, you point your blade at them. You make a precise cut and the fabric of their hood splits apart to reveal their face.

You almost drop your sword when you stare into the eyes of your younger sibling.

Hatred. Hostility. You remember when those same eyes shined with admiration for you.

You hesitate as memories of them when they were younger flash by.

Morgyn grins and takes the opportunity to grab their weapon.