[ Kettara isn't sure she understands. A battle is simple. You fight and you win, or you die. You fight honorably or you don't. Then, in the aftermath, you celebrate the living and mourn the lost. But she listens, nonetheless, and thinks of the old war. The stories she heard about how things had gone strange under the weight of the Blood Rage. How honor had become a secondary concern, if it had been thought of at all. ]

I don't know.

[ It's admitted quietly. ]

You're meant to honor the fallen by living well. But sometimes they don't die well, and there's no way to avenge them.

[ No way to regain that honor for them. Kettara looks away. ]

Not everyone gets a good death. I -- I'm sure my master will teach me what to do, to fix that.