Mikk had lived two lifetimes now of war. His last life had ended in a rainy morning before a firing squad while Apocryphos used Judgment to kill him. Prehaps it measured up to the same level of exhaustion about the subject. But he would prove his sense of regret did not mean sympathy or mercy. It meant a vicious policy of crushing the clan members that stood in his way. He nodded to Lavi and got up, offering him his hand. "Thanks for listening."