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By all accounts, you know what to do.

All right. Suppose I'd said no. How'd you convince me otherwise?

[He wouldn't, he would just accept it. But he can distinguish a test when he's being subjected to one.]

I'd prove to you I could learn. I would insist, I guess- I would ask you why you wouldn't?

And suppose I told you I didn't think you were suited to the task. Perhaps called you a few names in the meanwhile. You could be a coward, mate.

[Kidd doesn't think that's true, strictly speaking. Frank has probably thought of himself as being so in the past, but the reality of the thing is that Kidd damned well knows he'd act if he had to. When necessary. Honestly, it's the mark of a good Assassin.]

I am not a coward.

I'm many things but not that, I will never be called that. I live risking my life, every hour of every day. I breathe risk. I fight monsters for a living. I let the stick of wood linked to my life burn away in front of my eyes to free death itself.

I am the son of the mother and the son of my father both and neither of them had a coward for a son. You can decide not to train me for a lot of reasons but not that one.

[That merits a smile.]

I said you could be. For all I know. Not that you are. But that's a start, true enough. You find that fire for the rest of all your lessons, and perhaps we'll make something out of you yet, you and I.

[Sadly the fire soon goes away, and what's left is Frank giving him a sheepish smile. He's so used to holding back it's kind of an habit by now.]

I'll do my best, I really will.

Then I'll see you in a few days' time. You may not see me, but I'll be there.

I- thank you. Really. I appreciate it.

See you, then. [A pause.] ...Or not.

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