“I wanted to kill him,” he said. “I hate that I wanted to do something like that.” He shuddered again, and stared at his hands. All cracked from hitting things, the same way Vas’s had been. Cyra waited awhile before responding. “It’s hard to know what’s right in this life,” she said. “We do what we can, but what we really need is mercy. Do you know who taught me that?” A grin. “You.”
