Still chewing on her thumbnail and looking less than thrilled about the direction this conversation has taken, Clarisse speaks up again.

"Even if for some reason he agreed to be an informant, it doesn't mean he wouldn't turn right around and start feeding us bullshit. No. We can't trust him and we can't let him go. We can't leave loose ends."

It's more complicated than that, of course. But she doesn't feel the need to go over said complications in any more detail when the end result is going to wind up being the same.