"Blood vengeance doesn't lead to justice," Anvar quotes sarcastically. "How is this in any way justice?" He slams his hands on the table. "Father was murdered by an ally! Him and his whole fyel and lots of others too! You saw the records! And the best you can do is write a report to the Wyrte? How many people died because of this traitor?" He folds in on himself, his face crumpling in anger and pain. "And now he's dead too, and I - I can't even avenge..."