[ Somewhere around where Heather finishes and the last of her words, the volume on the radio seems to turn itself down, slowly but eventually; still the same tunes playing in the background, but far more in the background. ]

I don't think not wanting to kill someone makes you weak, [ Gorgug-- reassures, or so is his honest opinion on it. ] If you have that kind of history with her... I guess, it's hard, if you liked her once? A lot of people don't kill people.

[ And some people happily murder their own parents. Gorgug isn't sure where he would lean in Heather's position. Would he go after a childhood friend (separated by a resurrection)? But he doesn't give the what if any real thought--the complication isn't as easy an answer as it was before. ]

But the way you were talking about it, you sounded more angry that she couldn't understand what she did wrong. [ He pauses. ] I've been around a lot of...different reasons for murdering people. It stuck out.