[Ray is very obviously in the wastes, sitting on a rock, with a small pile of dead wildlife (mostly killer rabbits) at his feet. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just picks up one of the rabbits, and begins skinning it with practiced ease. The observant may notice he doesn't look like he slept last night. Finally, he says quietly,]
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Don't supposed one of you angel-folk would care to confirm that?
Ah, never mind. It doesn't matter.
[He finishes skinning the first rabbit and moves on to the next. When he speaks again, it's louder, but his tone is very, very flat]
Considering the current chaos, this may not be the best time to announce this, but... circumstances are such I feel it best to release this information now, on my own terms.
Prior to arriving at Adstringendum, I worked as an assassin, mainly out of Paris, but also other areas. While by choice I preferred to take jobs eliminating people, especially politicians that the world is really better off without, I will not claim this was the case every time.
In addition, roughly four years ago, I accepted and carried out a job to murder a man, his wife and their daughter before setting their house on fire to make it look like an accident. The reason given for this job is that they had witnessed someone die, someone whom my employer needed the public to think was still alive.
I say this in interest of full disclosure. I do not wish to continue this career here at Adstringendum, as long as I continue to be able to meet my survival needs on my own.
That is all.
I fold. You win this hand.