[She looks sideways at him, expression pinched, but without judgement. Someone was making him kill, at least at first, and now he thinks it's the only thing he can do? Or the only thing that makes him happy. Her fingers tighten, just briefly, around his. If it comes to it, she'll just have to stop him again. That's all.]
No, you wouldn't have. [Just a statement of fact. Even if he'd intended to, she wouldn't have let him kill her. She has too much to do to let herself die like this.] You wanted me to kill you.
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No, you wouldn't have. [Just a statement of fact. Even if he'd intended to, she wouldn't have let him kill her. She has too much to do to let herself die like this.] You wanted me to kill you.