"Defence of one's person is not murder," Harry said quietly—as much, perhaps, for his own benefit as Victor's. No—he was not going to let his memories interfere with his work. He picked up the scalpel.

"Let us begin. I will now make the Y-incision to begin the internal examination."

His hands were steady as he cut through skin and muscle, and when the cut was complete, he began peeling back the layers to open the torso.

Twenty. I've performed on twenty. More now. Forcing the thought out of his head required a nearly physical effort.