Carter, fully cognizant of the tense atmosphere, scoffed, "What's the fuss about? Without our fieldwork, that so-called intelligence is just worthless paper. Death is death. Is it as significant as Scarlett?" He aimed to sound assertive, as if defending Scarlett, anticipating her grateful smile.
However, Scarlett turned her head slowly, her eyes cold and hostile. She spoke through barely parted lips, "Death is death?"
Before Carter could reply, Scarlett pounced on him, her hands clamping around his throat. "If you weren't hurt, why would I have rushed to leave that night?!" she yelled, her voice shaking with fury. "If you hadn't constantly provoked me, how would Henry have discovered? How would he have died because of me?! It's all your doing, you scoundrel!"
The team struggled to pull her off, their combined effort barely managing to loosen her grip. Carter gasped and coughed, while others attempted to calm Scarlett.