As Lord Zedd replied, his voice remained strained but cold. "I'm sorry, Bagu, but I don't use emotions to judge morality. Just because you went through hell gives you no right to turn the lives of others into one."
Zedd took a step forward, the earth cracking beneath his heel. "At first, I felt pity for you. I hoped that in your wanderings, you would find peace in this new land. But you've proven to me that you're just like a moth drawn to a flame. My grandfather was right all along: a tool will always function as a tool. It has no mind of its own. You are a perfect killing machine, Bagu. That is all you have ever been, and it's all you have the capacity to be. Your obsession with power ends here!"
I wasn't an expert, but taunting an opponent who was clearly leagues stronger seemed like a suicidal move. What the heck is Zedd thinking? I wondered. We're all screwed now.
