Some of the color drained from Jamie's face as Wash spoke. He'd heard of plenty of stories about all sorts of strange and supernatural beasties in his day, and believed them. So it wasn't much of a stretch to believe that once Ichijou died he would come back as a slavering, mindless creature that would try his best to kill and eat everyone else on the spacestation - or in the town itself if he figured a way out. And it was very clear that the man would rather die then let that happen.

The problem was that for all that Jamie was good in a fight, and fully capable of defending himself when the situation arose, he'd never had to do what this particular situation demanded - to give someone mercy. The thought of it was more than a little daunting. And, to be honest, he wasn't entirely certain that Ichijou wouldn't simply get back up again afterward anyway. Not unless it was done the right way, and he didn't know what that was. Licking his lips a little nervously, he turned his attention back to Wash.

"H-how..." He paused, and swallowed heavily. "How do we so it so he'll not come back anyway?"