Honestly, that's fine with him. He values her opinions and her perspectives, but this isn't really the time for unpacking all that. He might seek her out later for a follow up conversation, but he also might just let sleeping dogs lie.

If it weren't a little bit questionable to admit to this, the feel of metal against skin is- well, not invigorating, exactly, but there's something about the sensation that sends chills up his spine.

"Yeah. Of course I did. I know numbers are numbers, and there's no arguing with them, but to me, it's like-" He tries to shift his position a little, and just ends up drawing a few more drops of blood, so he stops again. "They didn't deserve to live, to get off scot-free. Guess karma doesn't always come back around, does it?"

He's never really believed in that concept, but who's to say a person can't carry out a little karmic justice of their own?