As I walked through the court, visions of that mission during the snow storm come back. And Ashley’s white mask; it reminds me of my old team member. The measures we had to take to survive that blizzard in the small ill equipped camp that we had to take shelter in after we had cleared it of enemies. The members of the court don’t even know my face or name yet. Perhaps I should reveal my true nature to them. I may not have a choice if things get much worse. I fear that I have gotten soft. May be that it’s time to return to my old ways, though the others in the court may be disturbed by them.