"True death," Leon muttered under his breath.
He paused, the weight of the words lingering in his mind. What's the difference between that and normal death? His brow furrowed as he leaned back against a moss-covered boulder. He hadn't killed a person before, not once. Monsters and demons, yes. Countless. But even after all that, he wouldn't call himself an expert in death. That was Elizabeth's field, not his.
The thought of her hit him harder than he expected, pulling his chest down with a heaviness. His lips pressed together. "Elizabeth…" For a moment, the trial's silence felt colder.
He shook his head quickly, banishing it. "I'm sure she'll be okay. Her and Nikki both," he whispered.
His focus slid back to the question of death, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a sharp grin. "As for this—" he flexed his fingers, feeling the power simmering in his veins "—as long as I'm strong enough, it won't be a problem."
