Corinna waved Kintyre and Yamamura back. She sat down beside Guido and took his free hand. "Bruce got himself killed too," she said in her gentlest tone.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Leave me alone!"
"He was tied down somewhere and tortured," she said, not raising her voice. "They burned him. The marks were all over his body, even after they finished hacking it up. I know that much, no more. Nobody would tell me more, and I didn't want to ask. But he must have been glad when they finally cut his throat."
Guido tried to rise. She pulled him back, without using much strength. "Jesus!" he screamed.
"Why did you help them?" she asked.
"I didn't! It's got nothing to do with—I didn't!"
She stood up again and looked down upon him. "Why did you do it?" she said as calmly. "How had he hurt you, that you had to let him be burned and twisted and killed?"
"No! Not me! I don't know!" His mouth was stretched into a gash; a tongue like dry wood bobbed within it.
She slapped him. It could not have been hard, but he fell back onto the bed and clawed at the mattress.
"Good-by," she said, and walked from him.