What do you want me to say.

[It's tired, resigned, as if that might defuse the tension vibrant and high-strung between them.]

I didn't know him. I didn't talk to him. We didn't talk after that, because he tried to kill me twice and I wasn't going to go for round three. I thought you'd want to know, but next time? Do me the favor and tell me to shut the fuck up before I even bother.