Ripples burst across the scrying pool as Saphira growled at Eragon. You're leaving him blind and destitute?
I'm doing what has to be done.
Eragon, where's your compassion? The man was trying to save his own skin, which any of us would have done in that situation. And look at what he's been through! He's been in Helgrind for months, he's just been tortured and his eyes plucked out, and now he's at your mercy. Can't you give the man a measure of mercy?
Oh, put aside your damned nobility for once and be practical. He told the Ra'zac about us. He put Carvahall in danger. If it wasn't for him, none of this would have happened!
So you're prolonging his misery for no reason.
What else am I supposed to do?
Saphira paused and sniffed in disdain. So this is what you've become, Eragon? A majestic paragon of intellect and virtue and justice who can't come up with anything but "I can't think of a more humane punishment, so my punishment must be right"?
Eragon huffed and looked away.
Or do you want to make him suffer? said the dragon. You told me he's given you trouble since he laid eyes on you.
He gave no reply.
Well, I can't think of any other explanation, so I must be right.
He started to ask if she was enjoying this, but she cut him off with a snarl. Before you ruin him completely, just remember this: Petty retribution can come back on you. Needless vengeances are more trouble than they're worth, especially when you disguise them as virtue.
She let out another growl as the ripples of her face dissolved into the water.