You stood in front of him to block the templar's bullet without hesitate.
Just a second ago you were complaining that you don't have time to polish your blade.
But when you threw out your knife, you never considered maybe that knife was not sharp enough.
I have wondered why there wasn't any shop selling nazar in Istanbul.
Until I realized the most precious pair of nazar belong to you.
Like blue oceans, like Karadeniz and Marmara Denizi around Istanbul, with peace, with smile, protecting someone without a word.
Seni seviyorum, benim nazar.