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"I don't know, if it is fair," Wraen shrugged. "I think that most things in life are not strictly black and white but in many shades of gray. And it means that there is always, always another way out of the situation," she told him, not expecting him to believe it fully or act on it, but, since he had asked, perhaps, something that she had told, would stick to him. 

"Killing Kiwi would not bring Colt back. I doubt that even the satisfaction of knowing that your father has been avenged would be long-lasting or there at all," she said, knowing well that this as a hypothetical situation, she did not know herself, how she would act, if she was in Niamh's place. "And... you know... in your wish to revenge you forget that the person you want to kill or hurt badly, will fight back. And that you might lose, you might suffer greatly, you might die as well."

"It is Niamh's decision, though - if she elected to fight Kiwi to death... her children might lose their mom, her mate could lose a wife, her packmates a good and reliable friend," Wraen was thoughtful for a long while, after she said this. She had had a chance to do justice, to finish things and wrap them up nicely, but she had not. The beast inside her had raised it's ugly head and growled in anticipation, but she had resisted it, believing that there was another way out.

In the end she had done, what felt right by her core beliefs in life, but she was not so sure that other would understand, if she ever told anyone about it. "I won't stand in her way, if she decides that it is something she needs to do, that is right by her. Yet... she is not a lone soul here. And people that are very close to her, would have every right to deter her," she sighed.