He rubbed his forehead. This was not the time to get a headache. Or maybe it was. He wasn't sure what blood loss symptoms were. Maybe he should look that up before he goes out again as Vesper.

"Steph, if you're not going to lay the blame on the punheteiros who are killing my employees, then it goes on me. I chose New York. I agreed to help your cause. I fell in love with you. It's on me." And in him at the moment. That sword was not a comfortable piercing.

He blinked at the question. He worked his jaw for a moment and looked away. "She's dead. Vargas killed her."