How could she compare the lives lost? One genocide against another—how did they balance on the scale of justice? And who was she, to imagine that she could make that comparison? She seized Qara’s wrist. “What have I done?” “The same thing that we did,” said Qara. “We won a war.” “No, I killed . . .” Rin choked. She couldn’t finish saying it.
vulgarity of numbers
