"Stopping them from doing that is hardly wrong," he says thoughtfully, "but a view could be put forward that giving them options other than a scythe would be more morally justifiable than simply killing them, if more work and perhaps less enjoyable."
"Hmph."
Severus looks up from writing Rus's score down, and manages to give an impression of shoving glasses up his nose without either having glasses or moving his hand. "Hmm? Oh, yes, right you are." He rolls, and throws his darts, a little jerkily, tight in his movements. One comes near the number he'd rolled, but one buries itself in the wall above the board, too. He gives Rus a sheepish smile, and says, "Been a long day."