Lars returned to his room and began packing a few things for his trip to Munich. He had already decided what he needed to take, but his thoughts kept returning to the conversation he had had with Amelia in the training area.
Are you sure?
You're going to help someone who belongs to the organization that killed your daughter.
Her words kept repeating in his mind, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Lars stopped folding a shirt and stared at it for a moment before tossing it into his bag.
"No. He couldn't have known they were going to kill my daughter…" he muttered to himself. "He wouldn't have done that."
