Worried about what? That I might enjoy killing?

[ Sturmhond moves away from the kitchen again, back towards his bunk. He doesn't get in there again, but he stops beside it, and turns to face Wesley again. ]

I don't. I never have, but I do it when I have to.

I'm sorry about your friend, for what it's worth. He was mine as well. Both of them were.

[ Because if Wesley knew them at all, he'd have known how inseparable Tiger and Bunny were. He's a smart man. He'll have worked it out. ]