“ but we would have harmed so many others. ”

that had not been the problem, not at the time. no, at the time, it was tradition that kept her in line. it had always been tradition. but in the wake of it all, she could see it clear as day, a world in ashes and them a wildfire that could not be contained.

“ your judgment is based on your hurts. your judgment was not for wakanda, not for THIS wakanda, but the wakanda that would lay waste to so many lives. men, women, children… are those the tales you would have liked to tell your children, w'kabi? how your answer to blood was blood? how innocent people were slaughtered for crimes you could never forgive? ” the question was as pointed as her spear, sharper perhaps, her eyes even worse. it was still difficult to look at him.

“ i understand your hurts. i will not stand here and invalidate them, but you let them rule you. killmonger was no better than klaue, but this is not about that devil. this is about you and your choices, your decisions.” he’d still raised his weapon. even when t'challa had appeared from the smoldering ruin of the challenge, even with her warning in his ears, he’d run. the image was emblazoned in her head. “ do not lie to me nor yourself. when you brought that man into our space, it was not for wakanda. it was for you and your vengeance. ” but she knew it no longer mattered. what mattered was right now.

“ my only question is this. do you or do you not see the error in what took place? in the part that you yourself played? ”