Meadowlark Prairie to hold a flame to a gas filled lake

There was no denying it, Vaati knew how to pick his words. He had a point, a very good point that almost made Damien trip on his own convictions but mostly because they were just as passionate. It was true, they weren't simply challenging Kove, they were about to start a revolution, they were about to burn everything to the ground to start anew and the only thing standing between them and their goal was Kove.

Honor is an overestimated value.

But honor was Damien's most sacred rule. Without honor there is no value to any actions and he wasn't going to throw his life-long axiom down the drain to gain his radical nephew over. And apparently there would be no need for that. Damien almost squinted at Vaati's sudden change of mind but said nothing. Damien had started to think he would have to reach a middle ground to convince Vaati that Kove's death wouldn't solve anything, but instead his nephew agreed with his former suggestion of banishing the old man for honor's sake. He called it mercy.

I don't do it for mercy. No soul is worth our mercy. I do it for honor. he explained, planted on his words, and through his voice could be sensed the lucidity with which he spoke. But I promise Kove will be banished. After that he will not be a brother and should he come back you can have his head, for honor. The rules are what they are.