Even though she'd rather not fight, Nadia's rage forced an outburst. "You ignorant son of a bitch. Don't you pretend to talk to me about prayer. You hope my family learns of death? TOO FUCKING LATE! I've already lost my father. But he didn't see it coming. This wasn't a disease that gave him time to plan. He was MURDERED! At least you had a chance. Time to get ready. You say you want to protect your family, but really you're just a coward who couldn't face his death with dignity." Tears threatened to come so she closed her eyes, but all she could see in her mind's eye was the little boy whose father was now dead.<br/><br/>"Look at yourself. You really are a monster." Nadia loosened her grip on the ratchet in her hand, hoping he'd at least recognize that he'd done something wrong. "Promise me you haven't hurt anyone. I'll walk away. If I think you're lying, I'll kill you. If you hurt anyone. I'll kill you. Final offer."