"Death is never justice," Elthina had said but Sebastian never realized what it meant until his hands were covered in Anders blood. When the rush of satisfaction faded, he could feel the truth uncurl in every muscle.
Vengeance feels just, until the desperation that drove you forward has left your heart and you realize nothing has changed. Your mentor does not breathe again, your home will always be a pile of ash. And the man who took it all away, he lies dead and never really paid for any of it.
"Death is never justice," Sebastian whispered and sank down in resignation.