Tanith saw no need for conversation. If nothing else, she had learned from her most recent encounter with Alistair. Engaging in conversation only encouraged him, and she would not be distracted from her task. She removed the gun from its holster and pointed it at Alistair. She thumbed off the safety. The expression on her face was... almost bored. But her heart was hammering; not in fear, but in excitement. If absolutely nothing else, if Treat was gone forever, if he was dead and Kenna with him... Alistair was still going to die. And that would be a joy to her.
She would take what she could get. Tanith pulled the trigger.