A Debate on Ethical Warfare, Part Two

When dawn broke the next day, the prisoners were at it again, seeking to dissuade me in my purpose. The casks of Hydra's Breath would soon be dispatched to set fire to their kinsman in New Corsica. "All is just and virtuous for the glory of Legatus Crassus and the 19th Legion," I told them. The casks of my handiwork sat stacked in rows, only a few feet from their holding pit. The one called Rahat appealed to my compassion and begged me to forsake my task. She pleaded with me to seek the wisdom of the gods lest my soul be torn from my body and banished to the Underworld. Another prisoner called me a cur and warned that the retribution of the gods would be swift and just. I laughed at the lot of them!