Is that what you tell yourself when the guilt catches up with you? Oh, I killed her, but you failed her.

[They're still at a distance, but he lowers the flute and uses it as emphasis to make a slow, deliberate jabbing motion — the sort that, were they standing close enough for it to connect, might strike Coop just below his heart.

He should find that one all too familiar.]

That was always your downfall, my boy. I'd take your queen and the rest of your game would just...fall apart.