Carlos looks like he really wants to say something, but opts to just let Alex go by.<br/><br/><strong>"God<em>dammit</em>,"</strong>he mutters, staring down at the ruined body of Willard Reed.<strong>"I'm so fucking <em>sick</em> of watching people die."</strong>He sighs, doing a poor job of concealing his fatigue as he walks back toward the altar, turning a chunk of his now-unneeded weapon into a small, sharp knife.<br/><br/><strong>"Ma'am?  Hold still a moment and I'll try to get you free."</strong>