If this world dealt in justice, we’d all be in some trouble-- all our blood-soaked caste, and you and yours more than most. Instead, it deals only in consequence, leaving humans struggling to build a “justice” of our own.
One of the most engaging areas of “consequence” is the unintended kind. You didn’t help weave Pochven to make a hunting ground for your enemies, but, here we are. I look forward, so much, to the fun we’ll continue to have together.
Maybe, at some point, we’ll both find our “justice.” I expect it’ll be a while, though. A few trivial deaths isn’t a patch on what you’re owed, you and yours. But, as in so many things, really, it’s the journey. I hope it’s long.
Thank you, weak-souled creature, for your part in helping me find, again, my taste for the hunt. See you in space.
Again, and again, and again.