"No. I don't." She didn't move; she wanted to look at him, but she couldn't, not yet. "Honestly, you did the world a favor. If you hadn't..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. "Well, the rate he was going, I'm certain he wouldn't have stopped until he'd killed me, or you, maybe even both of us." Her voice was a little shaky, but the logic behind her justification was helping to steady it. "I can't care. There's nothing to care about."