His shoulders shook as he threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around her legs, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. The assassin didn't react at all, and the white mask hiding her face made it impossible to tell whether she felt anything about what she had just done.
After a moment, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out two coins, one silver and one gold. His hand trembled as he held them out to her. He looked up while he was on both knees, directly at the woman's mask.
The assassin crouched down, closed his fingers around the coins instead of taking them, and gently pushed his hand back toward his chest. Then she patted his dirty hair twice, stood up, and walked back toward the door without saying a word. I moved aside to let her pass.
The room stayed silent until the door shut behind her, and even then I couldn't quite make sense of what I had just seen.
"Shit..." Ken muttered beside me.
"Yeah."
He swallowed and looked toward the door.
