My responsibility was to tell you the truth, not wrap you in swaddling clothes. She raised her hood again, half-veiling her face in shadow. Nor prote… - Scott Lynch

“We met five years ago.“ Jean scratched his beard. “On a sea voyage. We became business partners out of sheer boredom. Since then we‘ve been inseparable.“
“Except that my plan calls for me to be plotting your death.“
“Yes, but I don‘t know that, do I? Boon companion! I suspect nothing.“
“Chump! I can hardly wait to see you get yours!“

I say again, impossible.
And I correct you again. Difficult. 'Difficult' and 'impossible' are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.

You have confused me with someone who knows what’s going on.