Killing someone in self-defense or in order to save someone was one thing, murdering a helpless weakling was another. Back then, in the frenzy of the battle, everything had seemed to be black or white to Tista. There were only enemies or friends.
Once Tista had calmed down, however, she had been assaulted by the shades of grey.
"How are you doing, sis?" Lith asked, feeling guilty for having ignored her and Raaz until that moment.
"Like crap." She sighed. "If not for Grandma, I would've already become addicted to sleeping potions. Gods, Lith, how can you live with all the lives you have taken?"
"Like this." He embraced Tista, kissing her on the forehead. "I've killed ever since I was a child, but I regret none of it. It was because I hunted animals that I could feed you and give you warm clothes.
