[It would not ever occur to Myr to take someone's private sorrow as an opportunity to cause further hurt--to share it around maliciously, no matter how much at odds they might be otherwise. (To take it to someone else out of loving concern for the injured party--

That's different. And has ended nearly as badly as malice, once before.)

He listens without comment to the full story, laying aside judgment for when he's had time to think more about what he's been given. Even without that opportunity, though--this offers insight and understanding; serves as a reminder, too, that no man--even the host of a Spirit of Justice--is a creature of unfeeling principle. (Nor should he be; else the Maker would not have given them emotions.)

Everyone has wounds. Everyone has reasons.

Myr breathes out a low, pained sigh.]

I am truly sorry. It doesn't change a thing to say that, I know, but--I am sorry for your loss. That evil men would do that to someone you loved so dearly--

[He catches back his own anger, swallows it.]

I'm sorry. I'll not be so casual with what I know of him, in the future. He deserves better.