“I knew this was about those riflemen I disabled,” Zorian mumbled. “Yes. Disabled. They tried to kill you, with an ambush, no less, and you went out of the way to simply knock them out. There is being merciful and there is being stupid.” “Are you sure you’re a priest?” grumbled Zorian. “A warrior-priest,” Alanic clarified. “Not every religious order is about peace and forgiveness. And even those that are usually make exceptions for self-defense, in practice if not in theory.” “Fine, fair enough,” Zorian conceded. “But why do you care? Why is this so upsetting to you?” “That’s a stupid question. I don’t want you to die, that’s why.” “Um,” Zorian paused, momentarily stumped for a response. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

(chapter 33)

*points at them* found family