The corrupt entity snarled.
"It gives me every right! They lived because of stolen lives," it spat. "Every breath they took was purchased with blood. Their children laughed because others never got the chance to be born."
Victor's grip tightened on his sword.
"And killing children now fixes that?" he asked sharply. "Does slaughtering innocents undo the past—or just multiply it?"
"They deserve it!" the entity roared. "They inherited the sin!"
Victor shook his head.
"No," he said firmly. "Sin isn't genetic. Guilt doesn't pass through bloodlines."
The entity's form trembled.
"They benefited," it argued. "They lived in warmth and safety while the dead screamed unheard."
"And now you're proving you learned nothing," Victor shot back. "You're not justice. You're vengeance trapped in a loop."
Silence fell again.
The storm howled around them.
Victor took a step forward.
