Warren looked back with tender eyes, his mouth falling open wordlessly as he searched her expression. His ears heard and understood what she was saying but more importantly what she meant and with misting eyes he reached up and retrieved her hand with one of his own. He looked down at it, her touch seeming so tiny and gentle in comparison to his armor. With a breaking heart, he looked into her eyes and confessed.
"I'm a murderer. I slaughtered the Inspector when I found him."
"I'm a murderer. I slaughtered the Inspector when I found him."