She finally turned her full attention back to Jaenor, and the weight of that gaze made even Rena, standing several feet away, want to flee.
"I can see it already," Wendelina said, almost sadly.
"The seeds of what you'll become. Your power is greater than your father's was at your age. Stronger than your grandfather's. If we allow you to live another year, another five years, you'll eclipse them all. You'll become the most dangerous Arkwright to ever exist."
"I haven't done anything wrong," Jaenor said, his voice tight.
"I saved my friend. I killed enemies who would have hurt innocent people. How does that make me a monster?"
"Because that's how it always starts," Wendelina replied.
"Justified violence. Righteous fury. Every Arkwright man believed he was doing what was necessary, fighting for what was right. And every one of them ended up bathing the world in blood."
