"Confiteor Deo omnipotenti, beatae..."

The soldier whisperedas he knelt in genuflection before the statue of the Blessed Virgin, his blond hair glinting slightly from the flicker of the wavering candles.

"mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa... "

The prayer fell from his lips as easily as the sword flew from his hand. The burden of guilt and shame became lighter with each word spoken, though it never completely dissipated.

Finishing his prayer, he rose to his feet, making the sign of the cross once more before imparting on his next assassination: a man named Robin Hood.