Amanda Morrison

“Who cares if they’re okay?” Misaki said impatiently. “They were terrible.” “They were just Texca’s hired security. As far as we know, they haven’t done anything except accept a job from the wrong guy.” “They pulled their machetes on Elleen,” Misaki said indignantly, “a teenage girl.” “Well, after meeting you, I doubt they’ll make that mistake again. You realize that’s the idea, don’t you? Not to destroy the people of this city but to make them better.” “Those men haven’t even lived in this city for a week. They’re foreigners.” “So are you,” Robin said. “So was I, when I first came here. We can’t claim to be crime-fighters if we disrespect life just as much as the criminals we fight.” “I don’t think killing a horrible, hostile person is really disrespecting life,” Misaki said. “Most koronu would say that it’s a duty.” It was agreed upon across all warrior cultures—Kaigen, Yamma, Sizwe—that killing in self-defense or defense of the innocent was a noble thing.”
― M.L. Wang, The Sword of Kaigen