(Hardly even stopping K’ain shoves past Tyvian right up to K’laan, with one shaking hand he seizes the Jasai by the throat shoving him up against the wall.)
(Cold, incandescent with rage.)
You. Do. Not. Deserve. This. Mercy…
(Without hesitation he shoves the blade of his short sword up under K’laan’s ribs.)
T’gul b’aas Cóng Jesai Va Laa Ka’iir. Vorgis’ti maniir.
(He lets the body fall to the deck staring at the mangled mess with anger, pity and horror.)