Do'rhajul did not require much time to think of an answer. "When I accepted your mercy and agreed to help you. If I really had a mind to, I could have slit my own throat as repentance for my many sins. Just...I understand what you are doing. I understand why you are doing it, and you are much more noble than I."

There was a long breath, and a more lengthy pause from Do'rhajul. He gave off a soft, deep sound, almost as if he was growling at his own thoughts. "You resisted the temptation of revenge, even though you deserved to take it. Arinette, the others, they would have deserved everything you could have done to them. The world would not have been worse off for their loss. You avoided revenge, but I am driven by it. I have nothing more in my life, except for what others have done to me, and what I have done to myself by falling for their tricks. Lycans first took away most of my life, then Clavicus Vile tricked me into giving up what was left. I do not know who those lycans were, if they were affiliated with a clan, or just a pack of ferals. But, Vile is something I can identify, something we can hurt. With me serving you as my master, I can help make Vile pay for the pain he has caused. To me, to you, to anyone else. To make a god bend his knee to the will and tenacity of mortals, that, I suppose, would be an even greater justice than my own death."