You hated him. That was the driving thought that ran through your mind. How dare he do this, how dare he! For a moment you are tempted to pick up your sword and cut him down where he stands. You restrain yourself though, you know that this would not work. Jagged Edge is faster, stronger and more able than you are at the moment.
He dismisses you, and you leave the hall.
Outside Grand Axe is waiting for you. He looks down at you with pity in his eyes, and you feel like screaming at him.
"I'm sorry, Swallow. But-"
You look at him, feeling contempt. He knew this was going to happen, and he just waited and let it happen. Why didn't he help? Why didn't he... Tears start streaming down your face, and Grand Axe wraps you in his arms. You struggle for a moment, and then wrap your arms back around him, sobbing.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him! He- he- fuck him!"
"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I know."
He guides you down the hall, and into another room. A small library, with comfortable places to sit. Two large stuffed cushions sit on the floor, and he sits you down on top of one. You saw for a while longer, unable to properly understand or process what just happened. You accepted it, admittedly. But that was very different to processing it. One of your trainers, one of your mentors had brought in a girl, much like yourself, different in only that she had not gained magic. Then he killed her in front of you.
It didn't make sense. Just for rescuing some merchants? You felt your fury mount again, followed by more tears.
Several hours pass before you are finally ready to talk. Grand Axe is there the entire time, simply waiting and listening.
"Why?"
Grand Axe looks down you, seated on the other cushion. His broad face twists for a moment in thought.
"Jagged Edge is one of the most senior mages left within the Guildhall. His reasons are most likely those he gave to you. You are valuable, and if you risk your own life, you also risk the lives of others. I suspect he wanted to show you what that looked like. He…"
His voice trails off.
"That doesn't make any sense, why kill the girl? Why so cruelly?"
Grand Axe sighs.
"I disagree with this method of teaching. I believe in time, everyone comes to the same conclusions. If we are to survive, we must be hard. Nonetheless, I do not think myself that you mages should be taught in such a way. Still… It is not my place to make these decisions. I agree that young mages should assist in the city's less pleasant tasks, but but this was not out of necessity. Now, have you given thought as to what you might prefer to do?"
You had.
"I will drive out the people like Shaina. Like my mother. Like I would have been, without magic."
You tremble. It made the most sense though. While it was cruel, you could do little good elsewhere. Here at the very least, you could do some good. Maybe sneak them a little food, or at least make sure you don't hurt them while driving them out. They are unlikely to survive, but you could least not contribute to their deaths more than you had to.
Grand Axe nods, his eyes suddenly hard.
"Do you have any thoughts about being kind? Saving their lives, or hiding them away within the city? What are you looking to do, Swallow?"
You look back at him.
"I will do as I have been told. As I just said."
He frowns.
"Know that rebelling here will bring nobody joy, and more pain not just for yourself, but for those you may assist."
You nod.
"Still, is there anything I can do Grand Axe? Am I able to help them in any way? Give them food? Give them equipment? Even if it is from my own pocket, what will not see them punished?"
Grand Axe thinks. His frown deepens, and he stretches out along the pillow, squashing it more thoroughly beneath him.
"Anything from your own purse is fine, though you have little of that. Anything you choose to do, as long as they leave the city is fine. Within reason, of course. On that note, there is one thing I meant to mention to you. Do you remember the chests those merchants were hauling to the city?"
You nod.
"They were artifacts, shards of power from the Pit. I am told Spellthieves can use them, replicating spells they have already stolen. We can't use them, unfortunately. In recognition of our assistance, the Guild has offered a small bounty. Eight of the shards will be yours. Alternatively, you could trade them in for coinage. In that case, you would have the money required to assist those people you are forcing to leave."
Grand Axe stands suddenly.
"Of course, how you choose to go about it is up to you."
[ ] Sell Them, Aid the People
Jagged Edge demands that you live in a harsh world. You accept this, but you do not accept the world must always be harsh. Sell these shards you have acquired, take the money to give it to those you will drive the city. Give them food, tools, and weapons to defend themselves with. Perhaps they will die, but you will do your very best to ensure they live. Accept the world in all of its cruelties, but do not accept that it must remain cruel.
[ ] Keep Them
Only a fool disdains material wealth. All that he is a cruel, contemptible man, Jagged Edge has understood the truth of the matter. These people will die. They will die because they must, because any waste of resources on them places the city in greater danger. It is not hatred that drives this, but practicality. To spend your resources in this way may result in a few surviving for a little while longer, but it will weaken you in the long term. Always taking risks, always using up your resources to aid those in need feels good, but you must weigh the needs of the moment against the needs of the future.