"And you would kill a man for whom you hold no hatred," Carroll muttered. "This thing is making beasts of us all."
If you only knew, thought Wolf, if you only knew.
"Sometimes it is necessary," he said aloud. "Sometimes bad things are necessary, that good may follow."
Carroll sighed. "Well, we are committed now. We must go ahead."
"I will need detailed information on Landing's plan of inspection," Wolf said.
"You will have it," Carroll told him. "Daimya has been in the city for five days, listening and watching."
"Good," said Wolf. He felt better now, getting into the operation. This he knew, this he could handle. It was what he was trained for. It was the other things that were bad, the thinking, the wondering, the long nights spent sleepless, uncertain.
"When will he be back?" Wolf asked. "This Daimya."
"She. Daimya is my daughter," Carroll said. "Even our children must have blood on their hands. She will return this evening."