It wasn't really a question meant for me. The way she said it, the way her voice dipped just slightly at the end, it felt more like something she was asking herself out loud. Like she needed to hear the words spoken, needed to give shape to the thought before she could accept it. Honestly, that kind of thing coming from her wasn't surprising at all. If anything, it fit her a little too well.
Considering what she was about to do, it made sense.
She was preparing to sentence multiple people to death. That wasn't something anyone could just brush off, no matter how composed they looked on the surface. A question like that had to come up eventually. Whether she directed it at me or kept it to herself didn't really matter. The weight behind it stayed the same.
And then there was the part that made it heavier.
Her own brother.
