His expression remained the same save for looking down at the skulls that he was handed, but Janius' breath was emptied in what he could only describe as pity and sadness. He saw these skulls every day? No wonder he was so fixated. He was reminding himself of traumatic memories each and every single day.

"Kaleeth had told me about your former village, but I did not know that last detail." Janius said after a moment. Even though he had nothing to do with the acts against Zharanthixil's mother, he couldn't help but feel guilt on behalf of the Imperials that were involved. He understood now truly why the Master-Hunter was so enraged. "So, you would indict all outsiders with these crimes? Hmm..." Janius' expression took a turn as he studied the skulls in front of him. Before, it was a sort of pleading, but now it turned to cynical thought. Zharanthixil was just as afraid of outsiders as most misunderstanding people were afraid of werewolves. Just another scarred soul consumed by his own fear. Part of Janius just wanted to leave then. To decide that there was no point and give up.

Janius pursed his lips together for a moment, looking away, then spoke up again. He didn't want to lose his temper this time, but his view of Zharanthixil was mixed at this stage. "Zharanthixil, is everything you know about outsiders written in the acts against these Saxhleel heads? How much do you truly know about outsiders?"