"Well? For all your preaching about a warrior code and all your flaunting of so-called nobility, this is what you've come to. Murdering a cat for merely breathing," Fire said coldly. You know what the worst part was? It was that she wasn't even acting in that moment. I could see it in her eyes. She genuinely wondered how we could have killed Cinnamon. I knew, because I was thinking the exact same thing. The rogues around her clearly saw it as a threat, but I knew it was really a warning. Fire was trying to impress upon us the magnitude of our actions, and the consequences they would bring.