Honor

Excuse me. Gotta go murder my sister.

Yeah, it's an honor thing. She doesn't know she's supposed to shut up, cover up, and keep out of sight. So she has to go.

Don't understand honor? Yeah, you pigs wouldn't. It's all about avoiding embarrassment. You see? She's embarrassing me! She has opinions that aren't mine, and she expresses them publicly! It's not to be borne! And it isn't just me! Think of our aging parents! Someone 10,000 miles away might think they taught this female to be independent and think for herself. "Can't you beat your own daughter into submission?" they might sneer.

No. Honor wants her dead.

So how am I going to do this, you may wonder? Well, I know that if I tried to take her on, one on one, she'd kick my ass. That would be even more dishonorable (i.e. embarrassing) for the family. So I'm going to drug her first and kill her while she's out cold. I can do that because I'm family, and she trusts me. Now, that's honor for you.

I can see that a couple of you still can't see the righteousness of my position. Well, remember this: My sister's death is going to be on her own head, because she should know how honorable I am. Anyone who understands my sense of honor should take out a restraining order, lock all their doors, and never, ever go unarmed.