Faust also agreed. He hated the moments before a fight started.
Drege turned to the uniformed man behind Vi, who also turned to watch the man nervously.
"A full Farseer involving yourself in a schoolyard squabble," Nems said to the man. "'Rai, sir Marik."
The Farseer, Marik, cringed at her. "Speak to me again, Valerius slave. I'll beat you to death here."
Marik turned to Vi, suddenly frowning and somber. "I drove Harlan to his graduation. I was at his wedding. I have known the boy since he was a kid. He was sweeter than anyone I've ever known. Did you feel brave when you crushed his skull? Do you feel brave now?"
"I didn't want to," Vi answered slowly, speaking more to herself as she knew no one was listening.
"We don't believe that," Drege said. Around them, the Teleste fighters got ready.
Vi looked undaunted, but her eyes flickered to Nems. "You can't kill me. This is not a duel." She looked up to the edges of the terrace, and Faust noticed cameras embedded in the walls.
