8.13.6 Dead eyes.
Or such were his beliefs, one might even say that these were his hopes of a better future.
"Are you sure, that place… it's hell. I won't recommend you go there." I spoke to a fellow friend of Amir's, Wilhelm Faust. The last few years being together had brought these two intelligent enigmas much closer. So they have dropped a certain level of formality. If it had not been for Amir's identity as a prince, the remaining formality would have been dropped by this point as well.
"I was warned, I have to see to it what I was warned about with my own eyes." Amir had made up his mind for a visit. And nothing will stop him from doing what he wants at this point. Even the constant assassination attempts that he faces due to his sensitive identity not as a prince, but as a weapons researcher.
He was a valued asset of Cynark, and with years of developing results, he had long earned the support of his grandfather.