"If what I've heard about the killer is true, none of us could have done anything. It had the element of surprise, and power I doubt anyone but the Captain could rival."

... hm. That thought goes in the back of Dimitri's mind, with a stew of others that have been simmering quietly.

Dimitri picks up his knife again. His tone is solemn, but too casual for what he says. "Death has no care for 'should'. Strength and skill can alter the odds, but in the end, there is no rhyme or reason to when and how it comes. Our positions could just as easily have been reversed."

"Does that mean you woke up alone?"