"Don't shove me." Ahnasha snapped back, shoving Fendros in kind. She was now certainly on edge, and certainly not relenting to him. "What, you want me to play nice with the enemy? Remember, he [i]is[/i] the enemy, not just some unwitting mercenary. He knew who he was working for, and he did it anyway. I think it's a mistake to let him go at all. Who knows what he might do after he leaves here? Anyone who knowingly works with Vile deserves whatever we do to them; they started this war, not us.'

Ahanasha clenched her hand into a fist once her mind turned to Rhazii. "If someone stabbed Rhazii, I would kill them. Just like that man probably wants to kill me. Fortunately for me, he can't. Am I being 'fair' to him, no. But this life isn't fair. If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that there is no such thing as fate to make sure everyone gets what they deserve. People just do things, good or bad, and then good or bad things happen to them. There's no rhyme or reason to it. I don't want to be 'nice' to Vile's minions anymore. I just want to kill them all so that we can go back to our lives in peace. Do you really think this war will ever end if we don't?"