'Everyone you see wandering around this world has a life of their own, you know. Their own problems, their own worries, most of which have absolutely nothing to do with you. Some have siblings they love and hate, just like you. Some have wives, children, people waiting for them to come home. People who would spend the rest of their lives mourning them if they never did. Killing innocent people just because they happen to be in the way of your precious goal? That's not ruthlessness, protégé. That's madness.'
Zephyrion fell silent. He'd initially thought Demorian had been pushing him because he wanted him to kill the man, but it seemed the opposite had been true all along. The ancestor had been testing him.
'Would it change anything? If I killed him?'
Demorian was silent for a moment before finally responding.
