He was hard pressed not to smile at the young man's pain, and held Sadako's hand as they moved past and up the street. It wasn't long at all before he heard a man singing as he came up the street. This one was his. The cheer in the man's voice curdled and soured as it hit Sweeney's mind, and it was nothing at all to the barber to take the razor from his pocket and, as they walked past, swing it across the other man's throat. He felt a splatter of blood hit his hand and he huffed. He had a split-decision thought of Blind him, would you, pet? before he turned around to make sure he could finish the job properly. He saw the man clutching his throat, pointing at him and Sweeney scowled, delivering a final clean cut just at the jawline, hitting the jugular and arteries, letting the man drown in his own ichor.
He wiped the blade clean on the man's jacket and pocketed her once more. He didn't know why it bothered him that a man who would be dead in a matter of moments saw who they were, but it did.