Irene paused. Should she tell him what she'd seen, then?

Of course, she hadn't watched to the very end. No.

The guardian's heart had only been able to take so much, and while Asriel's fate hadn't surprised her, not really... still, the question had clamored in her skull ever since. How they could do it. How they could kill someone, a child, a child who refused to fight back, and call themselves human. How they could dare call themselves human.

And more importantly... how could she stand back and let it happen?

Already, she could hear Klement's words answering that last question: was the risk worth it?

Was the chance at him being Unmade along with everyone else worth a swing of her swords?

Would ruining his chance to ever Wake again worth a single moment of righteousness?

God, Irene's conscience had screamed at that one. It was like a branding iron in her own mind, tearing, twisting.

"I saw... what they did." Irene quietly managed that much. She tried her best, her hardest to bite down the anger that tinged those words. "If... if it hadn't been your very existence on the line, those idiots would have paid for that."

It was more than mere anger. It was sorrow beyond words.

Beyond measure.