Luna's voice rang across the hall without needing amplification.
"Sick art?" Her silver eyes fixed on Jorah with intensity that made him take half a step back before catching himself. "If it wasn't for Damian using that art, nobody would have survived that portal. Every single one of those forty students would be dead."
She turned, scanning the crowd, letting her gaze touch every face.
"It's easy to comment when you aren't the one about to die, when you aren't watching your allies get torn apart, when you aren't making impossible choices in impossible situations..."
Her voice hardened.
"So what if he ate Monsters? Are we supposed to love them? Respect them? Mourn their deaths?" She paused. "Stop this bullshit hypocrisy. All of you are here to become killing machines. The methods don't matter if people survive."
Agreement rippled through the crowd like wind through grass.
"She's right."
"Eating them isn't different from killing them."
"He saved forty students."
