Fine. Fine. Helena's retreated into herself. Good fucking job, Dimitri, you brute, you beast, you damned boar, bludgeoning your way through every argument with your muscle and your Crest. It's so easy to get angry, isn't it, when you're the strongest person in the room? So easy to wield that strength as a blunt instrument, to launch directly to the full assault without stopping for diplomacy, to charge with teeth and tusks unprovoked. Claim you're capable of reason and let the lie curdle on your back teeth. You coward. You monster. You fucking animal.

... what's worse, he still doesn't think he's wrong.

His shoulders sag. His voice is soft. "You speak as though I mean to enforce this singlehandedly. -- The same, I hope, as would apply to me. Or to anyone else who began to prey on our fellow passengers. If she attacks again, she will die as many times as it takes for her to understand that we won't tolerate an active killer in our midst."