‘I think I would like to kill someone,’ said Cohen, still smiling.
‘The star directs that the Disc must be cleansed,’ said the man, backing away.
‘Stars can’t talk,’ said Cohen, drawing his sword.
‘If you kill me a thousand will take my place,’ said the man, who was now backed against the wall.
‘Yes,’ said Cohen, in a reasonable tone of voice, ‘but that isn’t the point, is it? The point is, you’ll be dead.’