Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.
Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
Do you need anything before I go? I want you to return my wits, I long to say.
The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.
However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.