I was smiling, but there was no way to fake hate, or at least, I did not know how to yet.
I looked at Commander Rel. At her face, the cold mask, the eyes that had watched Bari and Dara die in a previous loop, and my eyes traced to her hand, the same hands that had crushed them.
Perhaps in the loops I had been running away from the camp, Bari and Dara may have survived the small eruption of Khaaz for a while, and they may have fallen into her hands.
Guilt, shame, rage, hate… so many negative emotions passed through my heart at the moment, and I could only whisper, even as the air began to reverberate with the power that she was building up above her staff.
"You killed them," I said. "You kill because you are told to kill… You always do, and that makes you even more pathetic."
Rel's expression did not change. "I do not know what you are talking about."
