Even before he said anything, it was easy to tell that Zharanthixil was unimpressed. He held his arms crossed over his chest while letting out a low growl. "You think to come to me and speak to me about honor? About my own intentions? You might be so conceited to think this is all about you, but it is not. You are merely a single pest in a larger swarm. Your 'friends,' that Breton, that Dunmer, that traitorous Saxhleel, all are threats as far as I am concerned. I have experienced the 'friendship' of outsiders, I have witnessed with my own eyes the effects of your motivations."

As he spoke, Zharanthixil walked over to one of the shrines along the walls and lifted up the Argonian skull off of its stake. He looked into its eye sockets for a few moments and let out a soft sigh before marching over to Janius and practically shoving the skull into his arms. "Perhaps you wish to revel in the 'accomplishments' of those who came before you, is that it? Perhaps it will satisfy you to know that the skull you hold belonged to one of the most fearless defenders of his people that I have had the pleasure to know, and that his life was snuffed out by one of your kind? I bet it would make you smile to hear that he fought to his last breath to protect a group of hatchlings, only to be beheaded before their young eyes." 

With growing anger, the Master-Hunter stomped over to another shrine for another skull, then forced it into Janius' arms as well, atop the other one. His face was filled with a great deal of emotion, both anger and sadness, and he spoke at nearly a yell. "Or perhaps Nathrisk's skull would be more to your liking? She was treeminder of our village; a wise woman, and a generous soul. When the attack came, she embraced her own teachings of peace and refused to fight, instead deciding to talk to her attackers. To reason with them. Oh, but do not worry, she was rewarded for her devotion with a sword through her heart."

The last skull Zharanthixil approached he did not take to Janius, but instead picked up and stared into its empty eyes. For a moment, the anger in his expression seemed to fade completely, with depression taking its place. His voice became much more solemn, though the rage was still definitely present. "Perhaps my own suffering will give you greater amusement? My mother, the one who gave life to me, cared for me, and provided for me, cut down in her prime while her son watched. Her murderers were not content to simply kill her quickly. They let her bleed, they violated her in ways I do not care to repeat. After witnessing what happened to her, never did I think I would have to see someone I care so much about be violated in the same way again." Zharanthixil turned his head to lock eyes with Janius. "Then you showed up."