Novikov would slide the document over to Keller with a respectful nod, to which Keller would give him a considerate glance before silently inspecting the exact wording for himself. He briefly thought of the life he could have had if things had turned out differently, the life of a diplomat that drafted documentation such as this on a daily basis. Yet instead, he was here now not as a man mighty with the pen, but as a glorified killer with a proud sense of uniformed fashion. His pen felt heavy, but he made the movements necessary to scribe his signature, a nuance he'd all but forgotten.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."