"I can't so easily agree with it either," Wen Qing admitted, though she looked conflicted as she said so, her face going pinched in displeasure. "For the most part, it is simply not my place to wish for it. I'm a healer. I heal people. It is for others to decide what justice is. But I can never bring myself to hope for someone's death."

Her frown deepened, fingers worrying at the cuff of her sleeve. "My brother used to be kind and forgiving. He was the sweetest boy you could imagine." She smiled, wistfully. "You remind me of him. But he has suffered terrible things both while we were together and after. I suppose he can't afford to think so anymore."