[He reacts, as predicted, with nervous caution. He knew Danger's sleek form to be lethal, he understood that her calculating mind worked to immense precision. She could kill him, if she wanted to -- her agility and strength had threatened that before, though in motion rather than words.
He stared at her, his face draining of blood. His lips twitched, torn between what might be his final speech.]
I don't want to die, no, it isn't a mercy. And as cathartic as it would be to watch you release your evident psychotic inclinations from under that perfect glean of restraint, I don't want to be the sacrifice.
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[He reacts, as predicted, with nervous caution. He knew Danger's sleek form to be lethal, he understood that her calculating mind worked to immense precision. She could kill him, if she wanted to -- her agility and strength had threatened that before, though in motion rather than words.
He stared at her, his face draining of blood. His lips twitched, torn between what might be his final speech.]
I don't want to die, no, it isn't a mercy. And as cathartic as it would be to watch you release your evident psychotic inclinations from under that perfect glean of restraint, I don't want to be the sacrifice.
If I could, I'd arrange for someone else.
[Again, that peculiar honesty.]