[You know that voice you hear? That voice that your mother uses when she's really, really, really angry? That quiet, deadly dangerous voice that speaks of paddlings and worse?

That is exactly what Yuuna sounds like right now.]

You're telling me that you knew what was going on. And that you did not tell us first. You aided a hostile nation to contain tormented slaves. And that you expect us to help you sort out your own mess. By killing these people?