"I didn't after..." but he didn't want to say it. Saying it made it much more real to him than he'd been pretending over the years. He wasn't even sure if he could stop all of the killing. It was in his blood now. Frank walked over to her, having picked up a blanket along the way to wrap around her. It was cold underground, and he didn't want her to get too chilly. Frank wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her against him. "I suppose we'll have to both figure that out."