She was right there, helpless. It could be passed off as the effect of the magical blast. He could take his revenge now and be done with it. Just tear off that helmet and a few good strikes and it'd be over. He'd have some measure of closure. He looked around. The harbour and surrounding merchant district was deserted. Whoever was still here wasn't conscious. He could do it and then just slip away. He looked back down at her. The cold empty feeling that had taken the place of the rage that welled up within him at her trespass against him struggled to force his hand.