There'd been the distant hope that this was a matter of pure, horrible coincidence; something so astronomically unlikely it was bound to show up sooner or later because of course it would. The man's words, however, make it clear that it is not so, and that this is in fact someone he'd been inches away from condemning in to oblivion not...

No. Moments don't matter when they've added up to months. Some of the heat of the moment has cooled, but there is still a very strong loathing that wells up in his throat. If looks could kill...

...thankfully for Krei, Callaghan's attention is quickly diverted to the sound of pounding footsteps not too far away. He's come to associate such with trouble, and a necessity to get himself out of the way if he can, so he gives Alistair a quick shove and snarl.

"What did you do!?"