[Magpie lets it happen. Claws clatter quietly on claws, as leather touches inside their grip, as their eyes meet through layers of red.]

I won't ever forgive him for that. Never. If I killed people for sport, he'd be dead. [... and he pushes it a little.]

I don't understand why you aren't angry. You know what he said. Why be so understanding? Some things are beyond your attempts at compassion, you know.