"You dare — you dare — to play at remorse! You invited me to drop you from this very cliff!"

His arm swings toward that edge, pointing and drawing attention not only to the cliff, but the ruin of Kul Elna and the fires and screams that still fill the desert night. Their argument has not stopped the scene for progressing, has not stopped bodies from being carried into the foul work space to be melted into gold trinkets for the royal court.

"Yet a village means nothing to you. So which is the truth then, false king? Your remorse, or your apathy?"