Billy's face darkens, surprised. He hadn't expected that. But a part of him still clings to that old kindness. Was it an act, or...

He became aware of where his weapon was in relation to his hand, his other hand clutched over his chest.

"People you fought...from your world..."

He looks sharply, searching for the one answer he knows he must find.

"Do you intend to kill me? Because I'd hate to fight."

But if necessary, he will. He has the steel in his eyes and strength in his bones to do it now.