I knew too much about a powerful man. I could have revealed him as a fraud instead of the almighty, all-seeing prophet he did so love to play at. He decided it was easier simply to kill me instead of worrying if I'd betray him or not.

[As simple as that. Rosalind leans forward, reaching into the water again, avoiding Dutch's eye as she does.]

And while he wouldn't have the same social standing here, I can't imagine he still wouldn't feel the same regardless.