He paused for a moment, glancing down at Ana with a frown. Saul tried to speak, but he found the words dying in his throat. He was sure there was something poignant he could have said, something that would have made everyone feel better about the situation, but he couldn't. After a moment he nodded at her, knowing that she was right. Killing him would not only have been wrong, it would have made him a martyr. Fingers tightened, and slowly he spoke. "We need to drag him to the balcony." His voice was quiet. "Show them we have him, then get ready for the others to return." A breath shook him once more, his nerves still fraying. "That will end this. All of it." Then a new set of troubles would begin.