Jon said nothing.
Finn sighed and shrugged. Then, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather, he deadpanned:
"Yes. I killed him."
Then he resumed walking again. But Jon didn't follow.
He stood rooted to the spot, shock written plainly across his face. Suspecting was one thing. Having it confirmed was something else entirely.
Finn stopped after a few steps. "Why are you just standing there?"
Jon looked at him with different eyes now. Wary. Uncertain. Like he was seeing Finn properly for the first time and realizing he'd invited something dangerous into his life.
"Why?" Jon's voice came out hoarse. "Why did you do it?"
Finn's answer was simple. Direct. "He came to kill me. So I killed him first."
He paused, then continued. "After I killed him, I found a book in his inner pocket. A record of his victims. 'Trophies.' That's when I realized what he was. So I decided to make it public. That's why the body ended up where it did."
