"Which of them?" he said. "How many?" He spoke in English now, and his voice was remarkably matter-of-fact, as it might be if he were inquiring as to the number of guests expected for dinner, and I found the simple tone of it steadying. "I don't know" I said. "They—it was dark." He nodded, squeezed my arm hard, and turned. "Kill them all." he said to Fergus, his voice still calm.
─ A Breath of Snow and Ashes
Outlander 5.12 | Never My Love














