[The way she moves, that look on her face, disturbs Henry as he approaches. He frowns deeply and scrutinises her spread. The rifle is no surprise, but there are too many knives. The addition of a meat cleaver — a tool meant only for butchery — alerts him to the nature of her plan. The hammer only seals it.]

You would resort to torture...?! [A mix of rising shock and disgust colours his tone.] Where is your source of fire, to melt closed the open wound of his stumps? Will you splinter the bones of his hands and feet before you remove them? His knees and his elbows next? Do you intend to flay the flesh from each first? Shall you crush his hips and his spine for good measure?!

[Henry reaches out and takes hold of her shoulders. The confrontation in his voice vanishes, and he beseeches her.]

You cannot do this, Maketh.

[He does not care about Sato; he cares about her soul.]