[His fingers curl on Ignis' thigh, the tension in his body threatening to make him sick. He can practically taste the bile rising into his throat.]

All of them. They tortured people, murdered them, destroyed innocent lives because they saw them as less than themselves. William always thought he could change the world, and I believed in it. In him. So...

[The first time. He suddenly remembers the first time, something he hasn't thought about since he arrived. God, but Ignis doesn't deserve such a horrible man as himself.

And yet...]

We took revenge, for those who couldn't. Men, women, even children who never deserved to die. We spoke for the voiceless. We never thought what we did was righteous, or justice. But we did it. And... [He takes a deep breath. The words come out slowly, small, hollow.]

I think what my brothers aren't telling me in so many words is... that we were exposed, somehow. And that William died.