The Balladeer grimaces a little. "I don't know if he'd hurt you. Doubt he'd bother if you weren't with me." As much as he hates Booth, he doesn't have any illusions about the man being a genuine mass murderer or anything. He's very specific in his targets; he takes pride in that. You don't listen to him rant about Shakespeare and Rome for hours without picking up that much.

But the Balladeer has certainly made that list, and he doesn't trust that Booth would quibble about a little collateral damage. If he'd seen him before Booth spotted he and Greta together...well, too late now. "He's dangerous, more dangerous than Guiteau. He thought history would vindicate him, it didn't - " See: the giant memorial they're scaling. " - and he's one to shoot the messenger."

After a moment, honesty compels him to add, "I also burned some of his writings." Back when he'd been sure they needed him too much to hurt him, it'd seemed like a good idea.

...ah, hell, he'd do the same thing now if he had the choice.