The rain outside the isolated safehouse battered against the reinforced glass, a relentless drumming that matched the rhythm of Sergeant Arthur Vane’s heart. Inside, the air was cold, smelling of stale coffee and gun oil.
Honour—loyalty, respect, keeping your word—is noble. But when honour demands you protect the indefensible, silence the truth, or enable harmful behaviour, it stops being honourable. Deadly Virtues - Love. Honour. Obey. -16 - -201...
ELIAS: "Honor me."
"I can't," Elias whispered. "My hands are shaking." The rain outside the isolated safehouse battered against