[ unsurprisingly, he's unmoved by her approach, not even flinching when she gets closer. He stays exactly where he is, still sitting in his chair, even as her final sentence rankles him. ]

Is being alive not good enough for you?

[ a rebuke. ]

It was good enough for the rest of us. We bled for it.

[ some of them even died for it - something he doesn't need to vocalize. The pain is still fresh for both of them, he's sure. ]

We're far past the point of making deals with them. Besides, they've already lost. They're the ones with nothing left to offer. He should have been the one angling for a truce, putting his life up as collateral. [ he narrows his eyes. ] I would have made him beg for it. But you're too kind for that.

[ it's not phrased like an insult, just a statement. Trish is a normal person. He is not. Taking that man's life would have meant almost nothing to him - the only scrap of importance it would have for Bruno would be the satisfaction it would give him. ]

Do you understand me?