Demeter listened to him and when she felt like he kept mumbling about that he didn't do it and didn't had it in him to kill, she took a tiny rock and threw it at his head. ''I am not here to judge you, you know..'' she said. ''I have lost my parents when I was ten.. My brother took care of me and I know how people looks when they have killed people.. Its like there is a sort.. extra twinkle in their eyes, yet its not white, its black... You don't have that... And listen again.. You don't have to say sorry to me... Why don't you try to find the family of that guard, buy flowers write a card with that your sorry for their lost and that your gonna find the real killer... That you will not rest before that one is found'' she said and shrugged. ''Its just a idea..'' she said and got up, she got the dust off her skirt and looked at him.