Evan wanted to argue the point with Sophie, but it would be of no help now. The man was dead, just like some of the SWAT team left behind at the safe house, just like Devereaux. Innocent individuals, simply performing the tasks they signed up for. In a way, that was all Evan had been doing, himself, up until the moment Devereaux was shot by one of their own. It was due to a guilty man, one Trevor Moreau, spinning a tale to cover his own tracks, that put such innocent people like Sophie and Evan and the police officers in a situation where they had to kill one another to survive. And if Evan survived, it would be his mission to see that Moreau did not. Mariko squeezing his shoulder broke his train of thought. He did not speak or turn to look at her, but simply placed a hand on top of hers, returning the reassuring squeeze. His injuries were not fatal and would heal in time, so long as no internal bleeding or punctured organs ruined that. Evan would be in pain and unable to perform his duties at an acceptable level, but he would do his best. He would be damned to fail Mariko again.