"If I wanted to kill you you'd be dead." It's a short statement, said with finality.

Merrick curls up then, pulling his knees up toward his chest. The movement makes him smaller, shrinks down the towering presence his anger often took. He takes out another, smaller carving and starts to chip away at it with one of the smaller knives he keeps on his person (he keeps a lot of knives on his person), falling silent.