Severia's breath caught up in her throat as he mentioned the recent assassination she had taken from a jealous and barren second wife.
The memory came rushing back—the small child, the crying mother, the froth and saliva on her hands that she had barely registered at the time.
She had killed so many that the individual faces had blurred together, but now, in this moment of terror, the image of that little girl's face was suddenly crystal clear.
Benjamin continued his explanation, with a tone of casual revelation that seemed entirely inappropriate given the gravity of the situation:
"You know, in Chimustar, things like justice and order are nothing more than fairytales and myths that people tell their children to give them false hope. The concept of right and wrong has been so thoroughly corrupted that most citizens don't even remember what justice feels like anymore.
