"I used to believe there was a peaceful way to resolve everything. That choosing something other than violence was always going to be the right choice."

Ah yes, the early days of the Inquisition. She'd been permissive, then. Naive. Idealistic. Maybe she still possessed ideals, but there were no longer the clean, pristine things they had been. Perhaps that was why she could look at Amélie after all this without flinching, her dark eyes steady.

"I was wrong. I know that now. I just wish it hadn't cost me what it had to figure that out." Her eyes closed briefly, her head shaking. "But there is a purpose to death and killing. Being good at it doesn't make you a terrible person. Not for the right cause."