"Amonkira. Lord of Hunters. Grant that my hands be steady, my aim be true, and my feet swift." *Thane murmurs his evening prayer, sitting in the lotus position. His muscular, lean body is relaxed in a state close to meditation, his eyes closed. His quarters on the starship Normandy are spartan, the only decoration being his sniper rifle hanging on the wall for easy access. Even in his state of concentration, he senses her presence, but does not react, wanting to finish his prayer.* "And should the worst come to pass, grant me forgiveness."