[ She's not wrong, after all. But it's not what it means, but that doesn't matter because if doing what he had done had told him anything is he wasn't that kind of man.

Or he hadn't been. Might not be one day.

Much of a muchness now. Instead, he grits his teeth and he supposes he should be careful about this, delicate, should be anything else but himself. ] I have. Killed a great many. Women just like you. [ he likes his lips and this is pointless detailed but she was always asking him questions ( and maybe he just wants to prove her wrong and prove Wade right or -- maybe he just doesn't know anymore ) ] Not because they needed to die. But because, I couldn't afford them screaming.

[ Or maybe, he thinks, that this what she wants to hear, that it will make it all sit better. ]