He goes to his own body, puts his hands to the neck, but it's too late. He recognizes dead when he sees it.

"Hey!" He responds to her kicks. Now that his heart isn't pounding, he finds he's not scared any more, just angry. And even his anger is mild with no adrenaline flowing.

"What, I should have just stood there? Died quietly instead? You were going for my throat not, I don't know, my arm or leg or anywhere less fatal. I can't die now, I have things to do! There were Outsiders..." he stops. She looks just as stricken as he feels.

"I have things I need to do" he whispers.

"How many people have you killed?"