Calling somebody 'no better than a murderer' was probably a sign that Adela would have been better suited to a life of crafting the instruments of murderers, rather than actively taking on the burden of a forehead protector and the expectations. Or maybe, it just made her a softer, kinder person at her core. She was right, perhaps, about the timing and likely wrong about the court they would be tried and probably executed, given the likely international scope of the ring, but Ami—Ami had wanted to kill the man who had beaten her down and put her in the box. She had wanted to slit his throat, and would have carved into it at the crux of the fight if her arms had just been a little longer.

But they hadn't been, and he had overpowered her.

"He has them on him," she said, clarity returning, and soft-spoken hatred overturning fear for a moment. "They weren't pretty—" She faltered slightly, frustrated and furious at remembering his words. "...they're quality, but not the type you display. So he was going to keep them."