Rudsis never understood what people meant when they said that the eyes were windows to the soul. Past the blade of his sword, he looked at Afena's eyes and all he saw was their color. A light brown that could take on golden hues depending on how the light fell on them.
But he thought he was supposed to be able to see her essence. Something that would indicate to him her true nature, or something like that. At the very least, something that would reveal to him what she was thinking, or feeling.
There was nothing of that. They were just eyes that looked straight at his as their owner offered her chest to be impaled.
He had heard her questions, however.
"I can stop Treni," he thought.
Which was true. He could sneak up on her and plunge the blood stained sword into her back or chest. The folk would be free in a matter of weeks at most.