I didn't raise my own fuckin' sword and cleave her head from her neck. You've decapitated shit in your memories. You know exactly what it feels like. You have to cut hard enough to get through the bone. Or fast enough.

[ it'd sucked standing there looking at her and knowing he couldn't do anything at all, that she was going to die and he couldn't save her, but - ]

I didn't kill her. I watched her die, but I didn't cause it. Her blood wasn't everywhere.