They say that I'm too hotheaded for my own good - and it's true...I'd be the first to admit it. Anger isn't a strange feeling for me; it's been my chief emotion for years now in fact. Nevertheless, this is a strange feeling for me. I can feel the rage like a pulse, as though it's become a physical part of me. My only control comes from my restraints. I'd forget everything I've learned about morals if I were untied, about right and wrong. I would kill.

Leo spoke to her of honor. I'll never know how he could bring himself to say it...or believe it. She's lied to us all. She betrayed us. Yet he still talks to her, this adopted daughter of Saki, as if she's a misguided ally. He'll never see her as what she is, what I know her to be. The only word for her shouldn't even be in my vocabulary. In fact, by using such a title for someone as cold-hearted as she would be an insult to the canine species. I know what's coming, I know my brother. He'll pity her even while she murders him right where he is standing. I know...and the knowledge has created a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Her sword comes down. I flinch away as though it were I standing there instead of my brother. Leo doesn't flinch though. He stands, literally staring into the eyes of his own death, proving that he lives the honor of which he speaks.

An honor that lives, not lived. I didn't blink, but I must've missed something. My brother is still alive! Karai stands, sword still raised, but anyone can see the fight has gone out of her. Only later will it occur to me that I've misjudged her. Karai kept her word to us, at what could prove to be a great personal risk to her. Unlike her master, honor isn't a completely foreign concept to her.

The anger drains from me, leaving relief in its place. I still have my brother and that means I won't be losing him any time soon. Especially now where I have something to say about it. We're gonna be in another fight soon and after that experience, I can't help but think it'll do me some good.