Dinah was silent as she took in the details of the story. She didn't take killing lightly and in some ways, what Jesse had done was worse than murder. If he was somehow conscious in there, eternal imprisonment-or for however long he'd be stuck like that-was a pretty terrible fate to suffer.
There was a part of her that thought he deserved all that, and more. There was a part of her that was relieved to have him off the streets and away from the people she loved.
She wasn't proud of that part, but it was hard to think differently with all that he'd done to the people that mattered most.
She gave Jesse a strained half-smile.
"Back of the shop would have been better. I think he's scaring away some of the customers."
The smile was gone just as quickly as it came and she sighed and brushed some of the hair out of her face.
"To be honest, I'm not proud of it, but I'm having a hard time seeing this as a bad thing. If he had his way, we would all be suffering or dead. Those barrels-I'm pretty sure those were Crane's fear toxin. He was going to release that on the City and watch while we tore ourselves apart, all caught up in our private Hell. It's not my place to play judge, jury, or executioner. But maybe it's about time that someone passed judgment on him."
She jerked her head and started to walk toward the shelves where she kept the potted plants. She wasn't changing the subject, but she needed to walk. She still wasn't entirely proud of herself, but she was glad that she had reason to feel a little safer for both herself and for Dean.
"Though I do hope that you don't make snap decisions like that very often. It's a lot of power to be able to throw around."
There was no judgment in her voice. Simply concern for her friend and for the weight of what he could do-what he was.
"Though next time you make a statue of one of the villains in town and leave it in front of my shop, a note would be appreciated."
The smile showed that she was kidding. She wasn't angry, though she did wonder why he'd waited so long to tell her.