At Henry's words, Gabriel smiled. "No. I don't think I'm anything. I just know what happens if I let you keep growing. I've seen it. I've seen camps like yours become kingdoms, and then the people inside become slaves without chains."
Henry's spear trembled slightly, not from weakness but from suppressed rage. "So you took it upon yourself to play judge."
"Someone has to." Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly.
Henry took a step forward, and the ground cracked again. "And my brother. What did he do to deserve death."
"He committed several heinous crimes. Death was mercy," he replied in a tone that lacked any emotion.
Henry's eyes turned bloodshot as he heard the nonchalant reply and the complete lack of remorse in his tone.
"So that was the reason you killed him. You killed him because of how he ruled his own camp."
"And that's why you don't understand," Gabriel replied. "You think building something gives you the right to do anything for it."
