[ Wrathion folds his arms, thinking. ]

Some among us prefer a... legal process.

[ Said carefully, as neutrally as he can. ]

But this crime is far too old to find evidence more concrete than we already have, short of forcing a confession. I'm not certain Haiva would give in to that, nor that his brother is in any position to.

[ A pause. ]

We're also lacking in time for such a thing, and have more... pressing priorities.

[ ... Like the literal encroaching of hell. ]