Did the ends justify the means? Did the pain of a single individual, especially one already condemned to death outweigh that of the many? When was "for the greater good" a moral imperative and when was it merely a justification for doing what you wanted?

I had never been one for violence, never tortured or physically intimidated anyone before my magic had shown up. That wasn't who I was, so how could I reconcile that fundamental part of me with this willingness - no, this eagerness ...