What're you gonna do? [She could kill him quicker and more efficiently than anyone here has tried to, and maybe that'd be a mercy. Better than a knife in the guts, twice. Better than a shard of glass ripping his organs to shreds from the inside out. More grace than that. What would be better? A bullet to the head, dropping him silently into the snow?]
cw: suicide ideation
[Wouldn't that be better?]
Kill me?
[Please, he almost says.]
[Do me the goddamn favor.]