"Yes. Mercy was not an option as far as the captains were concerned." She shakes her head, wrinkling her snout unhappily. It makes her angry to think about it even now. Her disgust is palatable even with her attempts to push it away.

"It was a terrible situation for everyone. One I can only hope we don't repeat. If we do not learn from this, we have done very little." Toriel is very, very tired of war. Her people had nearly been destroyed once, she did not want to have that happen again. "As far as I've been told, those refugees remaining on the ship were thrown into the ingress. The ships became one from the ingress malfunctioning due to that." Asking around has given her a better picture to some extent.

"I wasn't personally here to witness it." She picks a large shard of delicate glass, carefully setting it into the bucket. The glass shatters as soon as it touches the side of the bucket.