"four?" "uh?" "maybe six, one self-defense from you assassin btw. Then mostly guards. I mean, I'm a single person from a backwater village, c'mon."

"What about the rows of impaled heads, entire guard stations gone? Mensagens written in blood?" "That's gnarly! who did that?" "You!" "nuh-uh!"

"You're my bigger opposition, you do nothing but rally others against me!" "That's because you're a tyrant! People are still without infrastructure, food, work without rest for your sole benefit and-!" "If not you, then who?!"

Like they had any choice to have their lives taken just to enrich a greedy tyrannical bastard's empire, to imagine the names of those she cared about there made her sick. She was still bruised and dirt from her last struggle, while he stood clean and proper, looking clueless and melancholic as ever down at her, that look was worse than any physical pain he could instill in her.

She could have told him, shouted, about how obvious was his ignorance hidden behind his fancy excuses and meaningless gestures, to make him play the victim as he made others suffer for his conquests. Instead, she laughed, it was sad, it was angry and tired all at once.

"874." "…" "I guess I'm in the lead."

The truth is that she wasn't keeping score. Those who supported and gained from his evil are not worth remembering, not in her opinion, she would mow down entire armies for the rights of those less fortunate, for her people, and pay for it in the end if needed.