He steps back, seemingly retreating until the lighter slips from his pocket with a silvered click of spark popping into flame. He holds it over the damp patch on the ground, a latent threat.

"Keep walking. This doesn't concern you." Besides, what can she do? He's the one with the lighter and the knife. He's the one who can reduce this place to wood and ash if she doesn't walk on by.

Everything's muted, grayed-out. All the easier to ignore something that doesn't involve you, right? Why can't she do the same?

It'd be so goddamn simple.