Actions have consequences, and I’m not sure I want to know what the consequences of killing the Tiger would be.
“Tie him up,” I say. “Let’s leave him in the container. No one will find him for a while.”
“What? No.” Dmitry falls down, driving his knee into the Tiger’s back. He is fighting back, desperate to get away. “Give me the blade. I’ll kill him.”
“No.” I spin around and see a storage closet not far away. I run to it and grab a length of rope. “We don’t have to kill him. We’ll leave him in the container the way he left us. It will be a fitting punishment.”
“Death is fitting,” Dmitry growls. “He needs to die.”
I shake my head. “No. Please.”
I can tell Dmitry doesn’t understand my insistence, but he sees that I am serious. He grits his teeth before dropping his head down in a sigh.
