Oscar has known nothing but the Whalers for most of his remembered life. He remembers being terrified of the masked beings that used to follow him on the street. He thought they were a gang out to prey on him until one of them gave him a fresh apple nicked from a nobles pantry. It's was easy, but Oscar was painfully hungry. Eventually, they led him straight to Daud, who offered him a place among them. He accepted because there were little other choices, you either died on the streets here or join with the people that ruled them. He knew little else at the time. But soon, he knew what they did.

Assassinations. It should have bothered him. He should have turned away... but he didn't, it was all he knew. The fact there was food and some amount of shelter helped and the Whalers were in some part... like a family to him. (One that dealt in death, but still a family, nonetheless.)

Years soon pass and Oscar has gone from a gofer to a scout, to an accomplice, to an assassin in his own right. He's not the starving kid in the streets anymore, but some things still remain. When the boy feels lost he finds a rooftop few can find and sits there, looking up at the moon.

Things have... changed since their leader took the (admittedly huge, even for them) job of killing a sitting Empress. Everyone else seemed to celebrate it as a sign that they ruled the shadows of this rotten city, but Oscar isn't so sure. (Plus Billie is off somewhere, and he feels the loss of her.)

He doesn't claim to know what their leader thinks, but there's just something in the air.

Just something.