I'd have killed you. Slowly. I would have dragged it out for as long as possible, learned all I could about every weakness and insecurity you have, then taken your life while you looked into my eyes...so I could see the life leave yours. So I could hold you while your heart fell silent, so I could feel the heat escape over my skin and...

...but that was not possible at the tournament. I would rather you thought I wasn't worth your time, so I wouldn't be so tempted to devote mine to your perfect demise.