"Which of them?" he said. "How many?" He spoke in English now, and his voice was remarkably matter-of-fact, as it might be if he were inquiring as to the number of guests expected for dinner, and I found the simple tone of it steadying.   "I don't know" I said. "They—it was dark."   He nodded, squeezed my arm hard, and turned.   "Kill them all." he said to Fergus, his voice still calm.
 ─ A Breath of Snow and AshesÂ
Outlander 5.12 | Never My Love Â










