"End in death all the same, and ours are messier. Relativity... doesn't change the fact that..." Murder is murder. Louis is running on the high of the blood, but he'll come down later and feel the guilt. He'd really tried to stick with animals here, for reasons both practical and moral. Here he goes killing again.

"I'm not cleanin' yours up too." He gestures to the body Scratch made. "So what's stoppin' you from comin' after me?"