Jo'rashaad sneered at Gallus, obviously unsatisfied with his suggestion. "This depraved waste of fur inflicted a kind of suffering you cannot imagine upon this one's family. He is a coward and a monster; the fact that you would consider giving him even a slim chance of escape is an affront to the very concept of justice. This one does not care if he now has the beast blood, only that Jo'rashaad should be the one to spill it!" He shouted. 

Meesei could certainly understand Jo'rashaad's anger. Torture was a terrible experience to endure, and vengeance was something even Meesei would likely desire if she was ever put through it. However, throughout this war, Meesei had gained a reputation as one who would keep her word, even to the enemy. If an enemy prisoner made a deal with her, she could be reasonably expected to honor it. It was something that made prisoners who knew of her more likely to be cooperative. Even if she would rather him see justice, she wanted to keep to her word. 

"Your anger is justified, Jo'rashaad, but I made a deal not to kill him if he was cooperative. If I start breaking my word, then cooperative prisoners will be a thing of the past. He is scum, yes, but allowing me to keep to my word is better for all of us." Meesei explained. 

Jo'rashaad was seething in rage, towards Gallus, Meesei, and especially the prisoner. He glared at the bound Khajiit in front of him, who was looking back at him with no shortage of fear in his eyes. The prisoner knew [i]exactly[/i] why Jo'rashaad was so relentlessly angry, and it was enough to make him terrified. There was silence for a moment, then suddenly, something that none of them had quite expected. The anger within Jo'rashaad had reached its breaking point, and before anyone could act in response, he charged enough destruction magic through his hands to charge and launch an ice spike straight into the prisoner's throat. The artery which is severed caused blood to pour from his neck fast enough for him to bleed to death in but seconds.

"This one does not care." He said, breathing heavily and baring his teeth as he looked upon the corpse with his hand still swirling with frost magic.