Soah scoffed at Crom's words. "No wonder you're a mercenary without a job." Soah said, as he stared off to the side, absentmindedly. Soah was finally started to truly feel warm, but the caked on blood on his hands and arms was starting to bother him. By the time they got to place where they could clean themselves, it'd be a chore to get the blood off. "Your brother sounds like a nice man, but meeting violence with reason isn't how the world works. He was stupid for thinking it worked any other way." Soah added, as he turned to look forward towards the group. Soah still trailed behind the group. "Sparing a life does nothing but let those that wished to hurt you in the first place a second chance. Reason is met with reason, violence is met with violence." Soah added, as he slowly increased his pace, but still made sure to keep a fair distance from the group proper. "Why do you think we're on the run? Because no one in this world can be reasoned with. Every cunt and his mother is so caught up in the politics of this world that some people start blowing up ships. If power could be reasoned with, there wouldn't be a need for killing." Soah finished, as he wrapped his cloak tighter.