"Good." His grip on her throat eases as he slides his weight off of her, hauling her up with and iron grip.

"This could have all been avoided had you done so in the first place." He gestures to the battle and various corpses of villagers and Cetagandan soldiers alike. Tarn doesn't particularly care either way, but he suspects that Sonia might. "So many wasted lives..."

He glances at Miles' stunned frame a few feet away.

"Oh, and Miles," Tarn tosses his thick hair over a shoulder, fine features twisted by scars as he smiles politely. "I'm sure we'll finish this another day. I don't tend to like leaving lose ends untied."