Vere raises an eyebrow. "Indeed," he says. "But did they deserve it?  And would you do it again?"

"I don't think that death is something that's ever 'deserved', Vere."  Robin leans back in her chair as she thinks about it, her brow furrowed.  "I think that it's something 'earned.'  Whether by foolhardy action.  Or the desire to rest after a life lived."      "Did the world I killed earn its death?  Yes."      "Those... things poured into Arden, in the Southern reaches.  They attacked, ate, infected everything they touched.  Like a plague pouring through a tear in Shadow."      "Father... wasn't available.  I was most senior en locale."  She snorts.  "Though I was pretty young at the time."     "We fought and burned and died and killed... pushed them back through the cracks.  But the pressure of their lives held the tear open.  I couldn't close it.  So me and a team went in."  Robin gets quiet and still.     "By the time I made it to their home, I was alone.  I was wounded.  Exhausted.  And I was furious."      "That place... they had eaten almost their entire world.  There was little but rock left.  Rock and those things.  And they had decided to feed on Arden next."  The girl's face twists into a snarl and her eyes light with a feral fire.      "So I burned them.  I burned them all.  The entire shadow... gone."      A pause.      "Would I do it again?"  Robin turns sad eyes to Vere.  "I hope... that I've gotten older.  Wiser.  That I could find another answer.  But chances are, yeah.  I'd do it again."