Simon crossed his arms, his jaw jutting out stubbornly as she spoke. When she finished he said,
"No. This is serious. It isn't a tragic romance novel. One false move and we are both dead... not from your old lover, but from someone else. This needs to be carried out with out emotional baggage. There can be no evidence left behind. It needs to be clean. In and out and gone. You are a natural suspect. And if you are the actual perpetrator how will you not be caught? Simply the fact that you will have no alibi will be enough. Beyond that you are too emotional and too immature to be my partner in this. You will want him to look you in the eyes, and hear how you hate him, and why you are doing this, before you stab him with your knife. And then you will hesitate because he gives you a sob story and... no." Simon said, shaking his head. "I don't need this blade working to it's full potential when I do this. There is no reason for you to be there except to get in my way and make sure we are both caught and hung by Astrid."