It takes a few seconds to recognize the sound because she's never heard it before. Weirdly, it doesn't sound creepy and maniacal like she would've thought. Just relieved. It kind of sounds like she feels right now, like everything black and angry in her just poured out and got wiped away.

She hurts like a bitch and she still hates this asshole, but it's a different kind of hate now. One that lets her sit up, hiding a wince, and lick the blood off her lip. "Glad we're clear on the hating part."

Kate curls herself around her knees for a minute and then pushes up to her feet. She doesn't have to, but she's going to anyway, offer a hand down to help him up. "Because I do, hate you. Don't see that changing any time soon. But I don't want to kill you. I don't even really want you dead. That's not going to help anything. I just want the people I care about to stop hurting because of you."

She frowns at him, long and hard, and then shakes her head (and wishes she hadn't because her face hurts). "Will's a lot smarter about this shit than I am, but I'm pretty sure that means I have to stop making it harder for them and you. What it doesn't mean is that I'm gonna stop watching you. I don't think you killed her. I don't think you're gonna snap and kill someone else. But that's not a chance I can take. We clear on that?"