Operative: (explanatory) I sought, to put a point on it, not to die selfishly. To that end I honed myself as a tool, and emptied myself as a man—and I slept well when I killed, knowing myself to be in hands greater than my own, a part of something greater than myself, a movement toward the light. I would eliminate the shadow under the light, until there was rest, and peace. A final peace, moving always toward the light. My mind was as a finely-honed sword, a weapon in the cause of the Alliance.
He nods to himself, and his smile widens a bit.
Operative: I was happy, I think.
He unsheathes his sword smoothly; one realizes that he has been kneeling in the manner that he tends to when he’s about to have someone fall on his weapon.
Operative: As you shall be, when you are dead.
-- Icarus by timbolectable