Belatedly she realized her slip, but there was nothing to it, and Marek had understood her. The options had been few and the translation easy to guess. Even if he knew her mind, it may have been difficult to guess the name. There had been other options. But violence itself was not the point. Violence without guidance was chaotic - powerful yes - but lacked focus, and as such, it failed to convey her purpose. The sword was an instrument of hers, like a limb, but the finger pointed at the moon. The finger was not the moon.
"Justice," Felixa replied, a bit more aware of the fact that in small bits and pieces there were answers to some of his questions. It was not enough to know who or why, but he had proven intelligent thus far. Although she did not fear the law - the law was to uphold justice, and even if it disagreed with her on this point, she was not concerned - her thoughts were not of the sort to be shared with most people, most friends, much less strangers. Marek did not seem the type to scare from it or turn aside. But that was not the point.
Accepting the glass, Felixa was only mildly surprised at his words. Most people were not nearly so straightforward about their curiosities. She was often like him as well, and she liked honesty in people. It was better for him to ask than for her to see it burning away inside of him. "The past and the present are not always held as far apart as one may want," Felixa replied, even knowing it was not a simple direct answer. "And the two threaten to cross," her words were vague, but her tone had grown harder, not by choice or thought. Some parts of the past were better to stay in the past.
The witch took a good sip of her water and smiled sympathetically - as she knew that could not have eased any curiosity. "The rest shall have to wait," she added, "hopefully without any feline corpses."