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As you move towards Finn and Layla, you consider the best tool for the task.

You raise your cavalry sword and jam the blade into the front of Finn's skull. As he falls, his face is frozen in surprise.

Turning your cavalry sword on Layla, she closes her eyes before you end her life as well. Layla slumps over, head tilted up, eyes closed. Two tear drops, darkened with blood, fall along her cheeks.

"You had to kill 'em both? I mean, the gal was goin' to turn, but him too?" Woody says in an agitated tone, arms folded over his chest.

"He had to go," Reilly barks back. "Strangers are enemies."

"I didn't ask you. I don't even know who the hell you are," Woody grumbles. He stares into Reilly's eyes with an intensity you've not seen in Jaime's cousin.

"The name's Reilly. It may be the last name you hear if you keep eyeing me." Reilly takes a step forward and lifts his shirt. The handle of his pistol sticks out of his belt.

Woody turns his gaze to you. "Why'd you kill 'em both?" His voice is more even now.