Merlyn's attention is fixed upon the Artist, who is a sitting duck inside his cell.
"It's a bad idea to speak ill of the dead, especially to someone who knew her." Merlyn says, his bow still trained upon the man.
"It's scum like you that keep me in business, Wells. You get some kind of sick thrill out of killing women who can't defend themselves. Must make you feel like a real big man, huh? How about I let you out of this cell and you see if you can kill me the way you killed them?" Robert asks, considering actually doing so for a long moment.
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