"I could have killed them all, too, without injury or remorse. But you fought your way to me to keep them safe, and no matter my… my rage, and terror, and horror, at seeing a sword drawn against you…" He had to stop and pant, his claws digging into me. "You were willing to die by the sword rather than surrender those who would harm you to their deaths. Who was I, then, to slaughter those you saved?"
