He'd do it, Daniel.

[He hisses the words as fear overcomes him once again, his eyes darting strangely as he wrestles with his tongue. ]

He'd take off your hand. Or worse. He's a madman.

[He sways as he speaks, clutching his injured hand tightly against his chest. It's still bleeding, and the blood trickles between his fingers and stains his clothes. ]

You're too weak to kill him right now. You need to wait.