Erik peers up from his position on the floor and weighs the coin in his hand, as if debating whether this is the equivalent of the weight of a human soul. Surely Schmidt's is not this heavy. Surely, a man with such evil in him is not worth this much. "I did," Erik agrees. There it is, again, that sound of such a high and innocent voice in complete dissonance with his words. "I feel better," he goes on, as if surprised by such a thing.

And he also feels worse, but he needn't say that aloud.