"We can't kill him," I decided, looking down at Ronin's limp body.
"Are you certain? Keeping him alive is incredibly risky, with nothing to gain," Bethiv asked, a hint of displeasure in his voice.
"Yes," I said, growing more sure of myself with every word. "Commander, please see him to Haven. I can't believe the remnants wouldn't have a way to restrain him there. Worse case, they give him to Emlica, who can study his heroic soul to her heart's content."
For some reason, everyone shifted, giving me strange looks.
Bethiv cleared his throat. "And here I thought you were being merciful."
I started to smile, but it froze when no one else laughed. That had been a joke, hadn't it?
