[The way Blake sees it, there's a big, big difference between defending somebody and murder.]

[coldly] Good.

The whole world's better off when that kind of son of a bitch is gone.

[The lines on Blake's forehead deepen. He puts a hand out and leans on the cell's cool stone wall.]

It doesn't matter, now that she's gone.

[It takes a second for the next part to sink in.]

[Blake walks over to the bunk. He sits down. He breathes in, long and slow, before his head falls into his hands.]

[He laughs and laughs.]

You. [He points at Lee.] You are funny.