Had it been? He had always had Evie's company, and there were a handful of children that came to learn numbers and letters. But Jacob and Evie had attended extra lessons in the hours before and after school, learning the Creed, learning assassin history. Learning to climb and fight and kill.

"No. But I felt trapped."

He looks around again. He has no right to complain. No grounds to feel angry. He had a good childhood. He was fed and warm and educated. He might not have chosen the path he walked, but who did?