[ He takes in her shifting expression, her flat rejection of his answer, acutely aware of how much is left to be settled even if she isn't an immediate threat. His mouth opens, shuts. He can't think of a thing to say that isn't painfully obvious. ]
What harm is a dead person going to do, exactly? To warrant their own, uh, stabbing.
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What harm is a dead person going to do, exactly? To warrant their own, uh, stabbing.