This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.
Survival's the thing, isn't it?
"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.
I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.