He’d balanced the scales, and that had to count for something, but his father and Zuri were still gone, and it didn’t hurt less because the man responsible was dead. Instead of relief or a sense that justice had been done, Tau felt tired, hollow, and he kept picturing the things he’d done to Odili in the circle. It made him feel sick, and Tsiora had borne witness to it all.
[pretends to be shocked]
