The temperature plummeted at Connor's question, and I squirmed in my seat. I looked anxiously at Soltair, but he seemed at a loss for words.
"I, uh, yes," I stammered, dropping my head into my hands. The faces of the young priests sprang to my mind, forever burned into my memory.
"See?" Ronin said, resting his hands on the table. "What else do I need to say."
"It wasn't like that at all!" Soltair burst out, recovering his tongue. "Her actions were strictly self-defense, and an accident at that. No normal person could have done anything differently."
Victor's eyebrows knit together. "It doesn't really matter. A hero must exemplify virtue and justice, knowing how and when to restrain their strength. We were called here to defend humans; killing them is unacceptable."
