"You have no idea." Lindsey's hand twitched, and the fingers curled into a fist. He shifted his eyes to look at Emma, but kept the knife poised and ready to start the process he felt certain he had to do.
"I can't live with this murderous hand any more." He'd lost it once, he could live without it again. No big deal. He'd make the sacrifice. He had to.
"Just keep walking, this is none of your business."