Lucas wasn't finished. He was just warming up.
"You know," Lucas mused, pacing the room, "Ava has been lecturing me on this useless little thing called mercy." He rolled his eyes as if the mere word was physically painful. "It's a concept so foreign to me, it hurts when I think about letting my enemies go. But she thinks it'll do me good, make people respect me more than they fear me."
Leon's expression remained unreadable, but Lucas caught the way his fingers twitched against the desk.
Lucas smirked. "Do you know why?"
Leon shook his head. He had always known Ava wasn't cruel at least, not naturally. She had been shaped by suffering, but some part of her still clung to morality.
