I loved every second of this series. The characters were well-developed, transforming naturally even with plot twists. The plot was drawn out just enough. The mysteries weren’t frustratingly obscure. No runtime was wasted meandering on things that didn’t matter, like the exact motives and intentions of the underlying conspirators. Rather, all runtime was focused on what mattered: the effects of characters’ actions and personalities on this closely bounded but invisibly woven together web of a world. Still in this focus, it never judged; only described. That’s sophisticated. The acting and scripting were remarkably humanizing. By this I mean the characters were never portrayed as all-hero, all-villain, or all-anything. No human is all-something, and they respected that. And, so, I empathized with everyone, even the assassins. Is it sad that it’s only ten episodes? Perhaps, but even then the writers make me feel like that was just enough.