But now- came one of Rurik's least preferred duties as Imperator. They would all have their vengeance, their justice, soon enough. But there was no use dwindling on it, continuing to wring himself with guilt over past failure would land him in a self depracating cycle of a nigh suicidal spiral within his own thoughts. Each and every life spent in virtuous futility stained his thoughts. The blood that soaked into Lao Mon had yet to be lost on the Imperator.