Well... you wanted me to know that you never intended to kill him, even though you acknowledged that you probably told me already. Which you did, of course. [ Whether he is obvious about it or not, she still notices the clench of his arm. Don't just see, observe. She doesn't know what it means, but she has to press on believing she is going in the right direction, with no one to course-correct her. ]

But then--when I told you I probably could have figured out as much either way, that was when I could feel it. You could barely look at me, and you said... that if anything had happened, murder would still be murder, no matter what. And I freely admit, up until my time in Reverein, I would have readily agreed with you, but...now...

I wonder if things are always so black and white.