[Caitlyn cries out in surprise as her hands are slammed against the wall, letting go of Hirasheri in a moment of pain and panic before she realizes what's happened.]

You've killed six innocent men! [She frowns as she processes everything Hirasheri is saying. Sick. Haiva. A jatharin. A thing that can't distinguish between one young man and another, given how many causalities there have been with no connection to Haiva or Massarir.

And a command.

Caitlyn's never been good at following commands. Especially ones she disagrees with.]

I swear to you, Haiva won't harm you or your sisters again. But I'm not your assassin. I'm not going to kill for you.