"Mercy? For Sakin? Tch."
Sarada eyed Eva but said nothing more than that. Her first thought was that mercy was a dignity that Sakin didn't deserve. How much suffering had he wrought over the last hundred thousand years, either directly or indirectly? How many civilizations had gone awry - her own included - because he had been luring Guardians to his world to kill and drain of their Creation energy? How many lives had he taken when he destroyed a hundred worlds only a few minutes ago? How many survivors felt unneeded grief and guilt that they survived, and their loved ones didn't?
Didn't all those people deserve mercy? The only thing he was going to be given was a death sentence.
Were the situations reversed, he would kill them without hesitation. In fact, he intended on doing exactly that; he said as much. He was at the end of his rope, too deeply entrenched in his own delusions.
She caught a glimpse of Eva's hidden grief and sorrow wrack her body briefly before her form hardened. She felt her brow crease. No one should have wanted him dead more than Eva. He had taken her mentor... no, her friend, killed him, and used his body as a puppet for his own ends to further torment both her and Earth. If she could find it within herself to hand him over to Sihn alive, Sarada supposed she could as well. And knowing that he would have to live the rest of his miserable life as a complete, abject failure was a satisfying prospective end to the entire saga.
"Son of a bitch deserves death, but also deserves to answer for all his bullshit. Guess we'll see when it comes up."
Then a thought occurred to her. "Is it even possible to kill an Angel?"
"Sihn told me that it's not," Parsley said in answer. She then rubbed her chin. "That was then and we're much more powerful and with many more tools at our disposal."